Chapter 3

Julian stepped inside, and the room shifted as if it had to make space for him.

He wore a perfectly fitted black suit with no tie, his shirt left slightly open. The loose collar revealed the sharp line of his collarbone and the defined shape of his chest.

Seven years had transformed him from a thin pup into a dominant Alpha. He stood well over six feet three, with broad shoulders and long legs. Every step carried quiet authority and controlled, predatory power.

But his amber eyes were unchanged. I would have recognized them anywhere. They still held the warmth…