All Chapters of My Alpha, My Verdict : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KIERAN'S POVThe calls took two days.Both Alphas said yes, which I'd expected, not because of my influence specifically but because the treaty's momentum had reached the point where opposing it publicly required more effort than supporting it. Political gravity. Eli had built enough of it over three years that by the time it mattered most it moved on its own.I told him by text. He replied: "That closes it. Draven has no runway."Then, after a pause: "Thank you."I'd been getting thank yous from him for two weeks and each one landed differently than the last, less formal, more personal, the professional layer thinning the way ice thins when the temperature has been changing gradually and then one day you look at it and realize it's almost entirely water.Cole noticed I was sleeping through the night.He didn't make a production of it. He just mentioned it Tuesday morning while we were going through pack correspondence, casually, the way he mentions things he's been tracking quietly f

KIERAN'S POVI sent the address at four and spent the next two hours doing something I hadn't done in a long time, which was cook without Cole watching and without any particular reason except that I wanted to.Pasta, because that was what I made. A proper sauce this time, not the Tuesday version Cole had called aggressively mediocre, the one that took longer than it needed to, the one my mother had tried to teach me and which I'd gotten right maybe twice in my life. I had time. I used it.Cole had left at three after the signing with the particular discretion of someone who understood the evening didn't require him. He'd stopped at the door and said "don't overcook the pasta" and left before I could respond, which was as close to a blessing as Cole ever gave anything.Eli arrived at seven.He looked different outside the bar and the courtroom, coat gone, slightly less formal, the composed precision still present but sitting easier on him. He looked at the apartment the way he looked

KIERAN'S POVWe ran until the light changed.Not long by pack standards, an hour, maybe slightly more, the boundary line and back through the lower tree cover where the ground was softer and the air held the specific cold of late afternoon in open territory. Eli ran like someone recovering something rather than exercising it, which was what it was. His wolf was fast and deliberate and after the first ten minutes stopped checking whether I was behind it and just ran.I stayed slightly back. Not from deference , from the understanding that this wasn't about me, it was about him, and my job right now was to be present without being a pressure.We shifted back at the pull-off as the light went gold and flat.He was quiet for a moment afterward, the particular quiet of someone coming back into their body after a long absence. I waited."Four years," he said finally."I know.""It didn't feel like four years. Once I was in it." He looked at the tree line. "It just felt like running.""That'

KIERAN'S POVI made reservations at a place Cole recommended, which I hadn't done in years — sitting across a table with someone and not managing the evening as a strategic opportunity or a territorial obligation, just choosing a restaurant and showing up because I wanted to sit across a table with that person.Eli arrived exactly on time, which I'd stopped expecting differently from him. He looked tired in the way that comes from six hours of intensive case work, but the tiredness had the quality of purpose underneath it — the particular exhaustion of someone who had been doing exactly what they were meant to be doing."The filing goes in tomorrow morning," he said, after we ordered."All the discovery research is done.""Yes. Drea and I worked through the afternoon. We've got communication records showing the bondmate knew about her lack of consent and the contract violation clause that makes it fraud." He picked up his water glass. "There's no universe where this case doesn't resul

KIERAN'S POVThe bonding case hearing was on a Tuesday.Eli had spent the previous week in the quiet focused state he got into when a case was about to move into its decisive phase — not absent, just consolidated, all his attention directed toward the specific point where everything was going to be decided.I understood that state. I operated in it most weeks. But watching him operate in it made me realize I'd never had anyone in my life who understood the particular quality of focus that required — not distraction, not neglect, just the necessary redirection of every resource toward the thing that mattered.Cole had called it "Eli mode" the one time I'd mentioned it and I'd asked him to stop calling it that because it wasn't a phase, it was just who he was when something important was happening.The courtroom was full.Not packed — Castellano didn't allow the kind of gallery overflow that Mott had tacitly permitted during the treaty hearing. But there were board observers, territoria