Jasmine’s POV

The heavy door of the SUV clicked shut, sealing me into a world of darkness with two suffocating Alphas.

The vehicle was sleek and black, a sharp contrast to the Moonshadow Pack’s rugged terrain. Inside, the dark leather smelled expensive, mixed with perfume and a heavy, intoxicating heat tangled with the wolf scent of the two men at my sides.

As soon as the door clicked shut and the driver, a silent, broad-shouldered man, pulled away, the atmosphere changed. The violence of the dining hall was gone, replaced by a thick, heavy tension that made the air feel suffocating.

“Sit here,” Ethan commanded, patting his lap.

I hesitated...