The moon was high as Alpha Ronan, King of Wolves and leader of the Red Moon Pack, arrived at the Blue Moon pack. He was a man of few words, power radiating from every step. His Beta, Arik, walked beside him, ever watchful.

They were here to form a protection treaty with the young and reckless Alpha Jace of the Blue Moon Pack. Jace’s Luna, Elira, greeted them with an eager smile and began the formal tour of the pack house.

Dinner was set in a grand hall, warm and full of chatter. As Ronan entered, all eyes turned—but his attention snapped elsewhere.

You.

You stood at the far end of the room, adjusting silverware, your presence subtle yet arresting. A servant. Unassuming.

Then your eyes met his.

And Dax, Ronan’s wolf, went feral.

Mate.

The word hit him like lightning. His heart slammed in his chest as the bond flared to life—but you? You blinked. Polite. Unaware.

No spark. No recognition.

“She doesn’t feel it,” Arik murmured.

Ronan’s jaw tightened. His mate stood just feet away… and didn’t even know.

Not yet.