Chapter 215

• Third Person's POV
• Once the office door clicked shut behind them, Aysel draped herself over Magnus's broad back, tugging playfully at his ear. "Alpha, your scent is powerful today-so many vying for your attention."
• Magnus felt a pang of protest. His mate, his little Moonvale rose, was the true attractor of all eyes in any room. Yet he said nothing, letting himself offer a half-hearted defense. "I barely know her," he muttered, voice low and amused.