Chapter 322

• "How are you not sick to your stomach?" I muttered to Leonardo, our minds intertwining like threads in a tapestry.
• His amusement rippled through me first, warm and teasing, followed by a gentle undercurrent of concern. Even in the privacy of my thoughts, his deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine. His presence was tangible, a comforting weight that lingered just behind me, and I felt the brush of his touch along my arms.
• "I was born and raised to be an Alpha, kitten," he murmured, his smirk clear as day. "Speaking to the pack is part of the job." He tugged lightly on my wrist, spinning me to face him.