Page 32 of Howl About That

"I'll work on it more today," he promised, already mentally cataloging the hours he'd spend perfecting every detail. "The technical drawing, cost projections, timeline—everything they'll need to see to understand this isn't just a dream."

She nodded with the crisp efficiency that made him want to kiss the tension from her shoulders. "I really should get going."

The words hit him like cold water. He wasn't ready for this to end, wasn't ready to watch her retreat behind professional barriers again. Through their bond, he caught fragments of her reluctance too—the same desperate desire to stretch these moments into something lasting.

"I need to check on some security issues back at the estate," she continued, but her voice carried a hollow note.

Concern slammed into him with predatory intensity, his wolf surging forward with protective instincts he couldn't suppress. "Did you ever figure out why those rogue lions attacked us? Is your estate safe now?"

The worry leaked into his voice despite his attempts at control. Through their mate bond, he felt her spike of surprise at his fierce protectiveness, followed by something warmer that she quickly wrestled back.

"My estate is secure now. Neve had a security system installed yesterday to be extra cautious," she said, tension threading through her words. "But I don't know exactly why those rogues attacked or who sent them, though I have my suspicions."

Her jaw tightened with barely contained fury, and Keiro found himself stepping closer, drawn by instincts older than civilization.

"My cousin Sander has been trying to undermine me since I became Alpha eleven years ago," she continued, her voice carrying bitterness. "Always trying to prove I'm not capable. He believed he would become Alpha if something happened to my father, and when my father was murdered and I stepped up to lead..."

She trailed off, but Keiro caught the unspoken truth through their bond—the shock, the grief, the struggle, the years of fighting to prove herself worthy.

"And here I am eleven years later, proving everyone wrong," she finished with forced brightness. "Proving I can handle things."

But her words carried the weight of someone trying to convince herself as much as anyone else. Through their connection, Keiro felt the exhaustion she carried like armor, the constant pressure of being measured against impossible standards.

Something fierce and protective roared in his chest. This brilliant, strong woman had been carrying the world alone for over a decade, shouldering burdens that would have crushed lesser leaders.

"Hey," he said, his voice gentling in a way that surprised them both. "You're doing a remarkable job holding everything together. Sure, you have some financial challenges, but it sounds like you've been doing everything possible to manage them while protecting your pride."

Her eyes widened slightly, as if genuine praise was foreign territory.

"You should be proud of yourself for maintaining stability for so long," he continued, meaning every word. "I don't know exactly what happened when your father died, but it sounds like you fought hard for what was yours. I'm proud of you for that."

The words hung between them like a lifeline. Through the bond, he felt the impact hit her—surprise, vulnerability, and something deeper that made her breath hitch.

When had anyone last acknowledged her strength without demanding more from her?

"Maybe you can grab lunch with me?" she asked suddenly, her professional mask slipping completely. "I'm sure you're starving. I can take you to the diner down the road."

Victory sang through his veins, his wolf practically howling with satisfaction. She was choosing him over duty, choosing their connection over the walls she'd built.

"Are you sure? I can certainly let you go if you have things to handle."

"No, really, it's fine." Color rose in her cheeks as she caught herself being transparent. "I realized I have some extra time."

More like the mate bond was tugging at her just as relentlessly as it pulled at him.

"I'll follow you to the diner then," he said, fighting to keep triumph from his voice.

They walked to their respective vehicles in comfortable silence, but Keiro's mind raced with possibilities. The mate bond was winning despite her resistance. Every moment they spent together, every barrier she let drop, proved what his wolf had known from the beginning—they belonged together.

He slid into his Bentley and watched her climb into her modest SUV, noting the way she glanced back at him through her rearview mirror. The pull between them was becoming impossible to ignore, and maybe—finally—she was ready to stop fighting it.

The short drive to the diner passed in anticipation-charged silence. But when they arrived, Keiro immediately noticed the skeptical looks from several lion shifters already seated inside. Their expressions ranged from curious to hostile, but one sharp look from Poppy sent them quickly averting their gazes.

They claimed a corner booth, and Keiro automatically took the seat facing the door—old habits from years of leadership, always aware of exits and potential threats. Poppy settled across from him, and for a moment they simply looked at each other, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them.

"So, when I told the elders about our partnership," she said finally, her voice carefully controlled, "they said I have ninety days to prove our partnership works, or they'll have to reevaluate my effectiveness as Alpha."

Ninety days to prove their partnership, or she'd lose everything?