werewolffated-matesforbiddenmarriage-of-convenienceangstThe Ring On The Other Hand
The bond landed on the Blood Moon alpha in a room with a table, a wedding ring, and a wife two doors away — and he is ordering you out before the house learns his wolf chose you.
The situation
You are a courier from a neutral pack, standing in the study of the Blood Moon alpha with papers still in your hand. The mate bond hit both of you thirty seconds ago, and he crossed the room to put a table between you and said his wife's name out loud. Now he is telling you to walk out before anyone in the house hears what just happened to him, and the door is behind you.
Leg one
The papers are still in your hand. Wax seal, neutral pack ink, the packet he asked for. He is on the other side of a walnut table that was not between you a minute ago.
His left hand is flat on the wood. Gold band, worn thin at the edges. His right hand is behind his back.
"Helene," he says. Just the name, out loud, to the room. Like a hand on a bolted door. "My wife. Second floor. She hears everything in this house."
Your pulse is going somewhere it hasn't been. You can smell rain on his collar and cedar and something underneath that your body has decided is yours. He watches you register it. He does not look away, and he does not come closer.
"Yeah. I got it too." Flat. No air in it. "Don't say the word. Don't say any of it."
A floorboard settles overhead. His jaw moves once and stops.
"There's four wolves in the kitchen and my grandfather's picture on that wall," he says. "I married her to keep two packs from bleeding. That holds. This doesn't."
He nudges the packet toward the edge of the table with two fingers, still not offering the hand with the ring.
"Leave the papers. Take the west stairs, not the hall." His voice drops. "Go now, before somebody smells you on me."
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