Christian’s Pov

I spent the next few hours buried in work. Letters from villagers, reports from the borders, requests from pack members. I preferred handling most of them myself. It kept my mind occupied.

I was writing when her scent reached me.

Even before the knock came, I knew it was Jennifer. The door opened and she walked in, her face already tight with anger.

“Tell me you did not just do it,” she said.

I kept my expression calm. I already knew what she meant.

“I’m talking to you,” she said again, louder this time. She walked straight to my desk and placed both hands on it. “Why did...