Seraphine's POV
Theodore's presence dominated the council chamber like a predator surveying his territory. His eyes held an intensity that made even the strongest wolves shift uncomfortably in their seats. The silence stretched until he chose to break it.
My pulse quickened when his fingers laced through mine. The simple gesture sent electricity racing up my arm, and I became acutely aware of every pair of eyes tracking our joined hands. Heat crawled up my neck under their scrutiny, but it was nothing compared to the fire his touch ignited in my veins. Why did my body respond to him this way when he wasn't even my mate?
The memory of Alpha Nash's harsh rejection flashed through my mind, a stark contrast to the way Theodore held my hand with unwavering certainty, claiming me before his entire council.
