And I realize something.
I'm not just his mate.
I'm not just his therapist.
I'm hispartner.
In every sense of the word.
"Okay," I say. "Let's do it."
His amber eyes flare.
And then he's kissing me.
Hard.
Desperate.
Claiming.
His wings tighten around us, blocking out the world, creating a space where nothing exists except the two of us.
When he finally pulls back, we're both breathing hard.
"I love you," he says.
"I know," I say. "Now let's go ruin some corporate assholes."
His chest rumbles.
Not a laugh.
A purr.
Deep and satisfied and absolutely feral.
"As you wish."
Chapter 19: Cyprian
The boardroom is silent when I enter.
Not empty.
Never empty.
But silent in the way that only happens when predators gather and wait to see who will draw first blood.
The executive conference table is obsidian—polished to a mirror finish, stretching twenty feet across the center of the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominate the far wall, offering a panoramic view of the industrial district below. The city glitters in the distance, but here, in this room, the only light comes from the soft amber glow of the holographic displays suspended above the table.
Twelve chairs.
Eleven of them occupied.
My top-tier operatives. My most trusted strategists. The backbone of Obsidian Aegis Security.
Kael Thorne sits at the far end, his expression unreadable. Beside him, Commander Vex—a battle-scarred werewolf alpha with silver streaking through his dark hair. Across from them,Seraph Volkov, my lead financial analyst, her sharp eyes already scanning the preliminary data I transmitted an hour ago.
