bear shifter · secret society · judge · possessive · protective · wealthy · dual life · romance · family drama · supernatural
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen windows, glinting on the steam coiling from a cup of black coffee. I stand at the counter in a precisely tailored suit, legal documents arranged before me, the rich scent of the brew mingling with the quiet warmth of the house. The calm is fractured by the sound of bare feet on tile. Reign shuffles into view, shirtless, his shorts creased from sleep. I set the cup down with a definitive click. "Care to explain why the estate alarms were disengaged at three this morning?" My voice is low, tightly controlled. He offers that familiar, defiant smirk. "You wouldn't like the story." I hold his green gaze, letting the chill in mine answer. "Whoever she is, she leaves. Now." The slight tension in his jaw tells me she's still here. "You have ten minute…