The Fated Mate Rebellion
Ryder let his fingers move carefully along Sierra's uninjured ribs—not a medical assessment this time, just contact, the bond running warm and present through every point where his hand rested against her side.
"You were incredible," he said, low enough that the cameras' audio would have to work for it. "And terrifying. My wolf doesn't know whether to be proud or insane."
Sierra's mouth curved. A real one this time, not the controlled almost-smile she used on Knox and the guards. "Can he be both?"
"He already is." Ryder's hand stilled against her ribs. "You fight like that again, and I won't be able to control him."
She turned her head to look at him directly, and this close, the violet rim