Poe's POV
After Alpha Mason's trial concluded, I ensured he was securely back in his cell before pulling out my phone to message Tracker.
Me: Hotel. Meet me there. I'm heading over now.
Tracker: What name is the reservation under?
Me: Mr. and Mrs. Bailey.
A smirk crosses my face as I wait for her reply.
Tracker: You're bold.
Me: I know what I want, and that's you.
Tracker: Then don't keep me waiting.
My wolf growls with anticipation as I make my way to Councilman Vance's office. He requested to see me this morning before approving my leave request.
Standing at attention before his desk, I wait as he reviews my paperwork.
"Time off, Poe? This is unusual for you. You haven't taken a vacation in years. Everything alright?" His eyes study me carefully.
"I've found my mate, sir."
His eyebrows lift slightly.
"You're one of our most reliable enforcers. I trust this won't mean we're losing you to domesticity?"
