CHAPTER THIRTY TWO - When Trust Becomes A Currency

"Someone like you?" Lucas couldn't keep the edge from his voice. Vanessa's smile didn't waver. "I know I'm not your first choice, Lucas. But I care about this pack too. I want to help." Christine nodded approvingly. "Vanessa comes from a strong bloodline. The alliance would strengthen our position." Lucas felt trapped between duty and desire, the weight of his father's expectant gaze and his mother's ambition pressing down on him. And through it all, the faint pull of his bond with Aria, a constant reminder of what—who—he truly wanted. "I need time," he said finally. Alexander studied his son with knowing eyes. "You're still looking for her, aren't you?" The directness of the question caught Lucas off guard. Christine's expression hardened, while Vanessa looked away, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palm. "She didn't attack you," Lucas said firmly. "I know she didn't." "She was found at the scene," Christine countered. "Her scent was everywhere." "Because she was