Chapter 12. Little miss assassin

NOX’s POV

I growled, shoving my wolf's voice to the back of my mind. This had become a nightly ritual—demanding things I wasn’t willing to entertain. But tonight was different—too much.

A slow rasp on the door interrupted my struggle.

"It's past bedtime already, Hunt," I groaned, running a hand through my sweat-dampened hair.

My Beta, ever the picture of calm, strode in any way. His eyes roved over my bare chest, taking in the sheen of sweat. "You weren't in your study," he said simply.

I sprawled dramatically across the chair. "Am I not allowed to rest?"

Hunt's brow arched. "Resting, huh? And the sweating…?”

A smirk tugged at my lips. "Oh, you know, the usual. Nightmares about paperwork, visions of council meetings, the crushing weight of responsibility. Or perhaps I've taken up midnight calisthenics. Who can say, really?"

"Uh-huh," Hunt's gaze flicked to the bed, then back to me. "And I suppose that's why your scent is practically choking the bedroom? Strong