Alpha Terrell's POV
I'd just reached my chambers, my mind still spinning from the conversation with Angel.
She chose me.
She wants me.
The knowledge sat warm and solid in my chest, even as guilt twisted in my gut.
Because she'd chosen Uriel. The kind warrior. The good man.
Not Alpha Terrell.
And when she found out the truth - and she would, the moment we reached Black Wolf territory and I couldn't maintain the charade anymore - would she still want me?
Or would that choice evaporate like morning mist?
A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts.
"Come in."
Sheena entered, her expression serious.
"We need to talk," she said without preamble.
I gestured to the chairs by the fireplace. "About?"
"Your brother. The mate bond. And a journey we'll need to make when we leave here."
My attention sharpened. "What kind of journey?"
Sheena settled into the chair across from me, her hands folded in her lap.
