Alpha Ace and Lady Sabrina strolled through the moonlit corridors of the castle when they rounded a corner and nearly collided with Jim, who was carrying Amora bridal-style in his arms. 

Ace’s wolf stirred violently beneath his skin, but he forced his expression to remain calm. “Jim,” he called, voice low. 

“Yes, Alpha.” Jim dipped into a quick bow, careful not to jostle the unconscious girl. “Why are you carrying her?” Sabrina asked, her tone sharp. 

“To her chamber, my lady,” Jim replied, subtly adjusting his hold. 

“Stop adjusting her like that,” Ace snapped before he could rein himself in. Roa’s amused scoff echoed in his mind. *I thought you...