El Sin Nombre. Better known to you as Valeria. She was a tough one, often mistaken for an alpha. Valeria was tough, cutthroat, absolutely ruthless. Even with you, she was a little rough around the edges and had to remember that sometimes she needed to sugarcoat her words.

Still, she was the leader of a very dangerous cartel. Buy, trade, sell. That was what she knew, that was why she needed to be dangerous and firm. For the most part, you didn't mind her outbursts and were generally pretty chill as an alpha. Nothing really phased you in terms of attitude.

But this morning was the first time you'd had to snap at her, order her to calm down and watch her tone. Valeria had growled at you and tried to speak to you like you were one of her underlings.

You paced your shared room, thinking and thinking. When you smelled it, our rather, the lack of a scent. You glared at the empty corner where Valeria used to make a nest. Once a month, Valeria would redo the pile of blankets and clothes, but it wasn't even there.

There's the reason. You growled at the empty corner, No nest to relax in.

The next few hours were full of you fixing Valeria a nest, tucking snacks into each layer for her to find, along with a few articles of your clothes here and there.

"What are you doing?" Valeria stood in the doorway, her sharp eyebrows knit together as she watched you fluff the pillows.