“Isolde?” he murmured. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“Yes.” The word slipped out. “Well, I have no plans for today.”
“Perfect. Check your communicator in five minutes.”
I rushed through my morning routine, still breathless. After a quick shower, wrapped in a towel, I finally saved his number.
Right on cue, a message arrived, [Moonbrew Pavilion. Eleventh bell. I look forward to seeing you, Isolde]
***
I pushed open the carved doors of Moonbrew Pavilion. Cool enchanted air brushed my face. Crystal lights shimmered overhead, illuminating polished obsidian floors.
A server in midnight-black attire approached. “Luna Rustpire?” He bowed slightly. “Your table awaits.”
We wove through moonlit tables toward a secluded alcove—the Alpha section. I sat in a plush velvet chair, scanning the room. Old habits: always map your exits.
The door opened. The air shifted.
A male entered with the quiet authority of an Alpha born. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a charcoal battlecoat tailored to precision.
Without trying, he commanded the entire space. His dark eyes found mine. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he crossed the room.
“Isolde.” His voice was exactly as his messages—rich, deep, magnetic. He extended his hand. I placed my hand in his.
Warm. Firm. A subtle spark shot up my arm.
“It’s good to finally meet you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over my knuckles before releasing my hand.
I inhaled, steadying myself. “About five years ago… I’m sorry I refused you.”
Marcellus leaned back, expression softening. “Don’t be. That rejection forged who I am today.”
My brows lifted. “What do you mean?”
“It pushed me to rise. To become someone worthy.” He folded his hands. “And I know why you turned away. The Axton matter isn’t exactly hidden.”
My mouth dried. Heat crept up my neck. He knew. The power plays, the threats, all of it.
“You…” I bit my lips hard. “You know everything?”
“Isolde, I make it my business to know the landscape of our world.” His eyes held mine. “Including why you’re considering bonding again.”
I pushed my chair back, hands trembling. “If you know all that, then I won’t waste your time. I don’t want you thinking I’m using—”
A low, full laugh cut me off. Marcellus shook his head.
“What makes you laugh?”
“You.” He wiped a tear. “I’m navigating ten steps beforehand, and you’re worried about how I feel?”
“What are you talking about?” I gripped the chair.