Before she could react, Brandon took the device from her. He read it once… then deleted it.
A second later, he blocked Lunara's number. His own device followed.
Cold fear crept through Emma's chest.
Brandon pulled her closer without a word.
She didn't resist.
Her body slowly settled against his chest, his warmth grounding her as the fear began to loosen its grip.
She wasn't alone.
But whatever was coming… she still didn't know how they were going to face it.
"This is one of the reasons why Ashley didn't want any of his pups involved in politics," Brandon said, fingers slowly threading through her hair. "He wanted us to stick with the civil matebond and forget about the throne… forget about the royal mating entirely."
His hand paused for a moment, then resumed softly.
"But don't worry. We'll handle it."
He tilted her chin slightly. "Since my father succeeded, we will succeed too."
Then he stood and took her hands.
"Come on. Let's go to the beach and watch the moonset."
