*Isaac*

Lorena sits in a wing-backed armchair in the formal sitting room off the front garden. Her golden hair falls over her shoulders in soft curls.

Her eyes haven’t left mine for the past hour, and to be honest, I find myself growing more and more uncomfortable in her presence.

This isn’t good.

She’s my top contender at this point, a week after out initial meeting. Her father, an Alpha, is a great man. Kind, loyal, intelligent. An ally I am lucky to ...