I’ve never issued a command to my uncle like this, but the terror of Brittany slipping away, of losing her—and my son—to anyone else is suffocating. The betrayal would rip me apart, especially now that she’s marked. I can’t risk planting more doubts in her mind. She is mine. No one will take her.

Uncle Nick grimaces, beads of sweat on his brow, jaw clenched tight under the weight of my order.

“Yes, Alpha,” he pants, the words reluctant but ...