RYKER’S POV

Something wasn’t right. I had tried to ignore it. However, it had been almost two weeks now, and somehow, she always found a way to creep into my mind effortlessly.

Alpha Ryker sat slouched in the leather chair behind his massive oak desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His dark brows furrowed deeply as he stared blankly into the fireplace, the crackling flames mirrored in his amber eyes. Papers lay scattered before him—war strategies, intelligence reports, maps stained ...