“I only realized it was him when you came,” I explained after telling Caius everything about how I first met Darius when Grandma was injured. My eyes searched his, desperate for him to believe me.

Instead, he flicked my forehead lightly and chuckled. “You are one naughty little wolf.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I told you to always carry the protective tools I gave you around.”

I sulked, frowning. “Well, someone was too busy smooching at the other end of the room, and I forgot to grab my bag.”

He smirked. “My little wolf is jealous.” His face inched closer to mine.

My cheeks burned, and I leaned back,...