6. Izei #2
The approval in Gerri's voice made something tight in Izei's chest loosen. "It's the right thing to do."
"Yes, it is. Aldric will be so relieved to see her. That man has been beside himself with worry for three months." Her tone softened with genuine affection. "Take good care of them both, Izei. They've been through more than most people could survive."
The call ended with Gerri's typical abruptness, leaving Izei staring at his phone as it chimed with the promised coordinates.
"We should leave immediately," Freesia said, already moving toward the door. Her eagerness to reunite with Aldric radiated through the mate bond like warmth from a fire.
Izei pocketed his phone and followed her from the study, Reth falling into step beside them as they navigated the estate's main corridor. Their footsteps echoed against the polished hardwood floors, past family portraits that had watched over generations of Callel Alphas.
Within minutes, the front entrance opened onto the circular driveway where their armored SUV waited like a sleek black predator. The morning sunlight glinted off its reinforced windows and bulletproof panels, a reminder that even routine missions carried inherent dangers.
Reth moved directly to the driver's seat, his movements efficient and purposeful.
Izei approached the rear passenger door, his hand already reaching for the handle when he realized what he was doing.
For thirteen years, he'd ridden in the front seat during operations, maintaining professional distance from clients and assets.
But everything about Freesia challenged his established protocols.
She wasn't just a client. She was his mate.
The activated bond made proximity both necessary and torturous. He needed to be close enough to protect her, but every breath filled with her orchid and rain scent made his panther pace with barely restrained need.
Izei pulled open the rear door, offering his hand to help her inside.
The gesture felt natural, automatic—the kind of courtesy his father had drilled into him from childhood.
But when Freesia's fingers briefly connected with his palm as she settled into the leather seat, the mate bond flared like lightning beneath his skin.
Her sharp intake of breath told him she felt it too.
He slid into the seat beside her, immediately regretting the decision as her scent enveloped him in the SUV's confined space and the bond pulled at him like a physical force, demanding he move closer and touch her. Instead, he gripped the door and stared straight ahead.
Reth caught his eye in the rearview mirror, understanding flickering across his Beta's features. They'd worked together long enough that words weren't necessary. Reth knew something fundamental had shifted in the dynamic between Izei and their passenger as the SUV pulled away from the estate.
Singapore's countryside soon unfolded beyond the tinted windows—lush jungle giving way to rice paddies and small villages that had existed for centuries.
Izei tried to focus on tactical considerations.
Exit routes. Potential threats. Communication protocols.
All the mental exercises that usually kept his mind sharp during operations.
But Freesia's presence beside him made concentration virtually impossible.
The mate bond carried whispers of her emotions—determination mixed with nervous energy, hope tempered by the kind of grief that never fully healed.
Her hand rested on the small satchel containing the Compact, and he could feel her protective instincts through their connection like an echo of his own.
How is he supposed to function like this?
Thirteen years of missions. Hundreds of successful operations. A reputation built on unwavering focus and strategic brilliance. And one tigress had reduced him to a man who couldn't think beyond the need to touch her hand.
This is going to be impossible.
The silence stretched, filled with unspoken tension and the steady hum of tires against asphalt.
Izei found himself hyperaware of every small movement she made—the way she adjusted her position in the seat, the rhythm of her breathing, and the tension in her shoulders that spoke of someone always prepared for danger.
"I want to try to find all the scattered members of my pride," Freesia said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet. "That's my new objective, along with finding out who's after me, and protecting the Compact like always."
Izei turned to look at her, struck by the fierce protectiveness in her sapphire eyes.
"I want to protect everyone I can and rebuild my pride," she said firmly.
She wasn't just talking about survival anymore. She was talking about hope. About building something from the ashes of unimaginable loss.
"I can help you do that," Izei said, his voice roughened by emotion. "Callel Security International has the resources to locate people across Southeast Asia. We have contacts, safehouses, and intelligence networks that span multiple countries."
Her eyes brightened with something that looked like relief mixed with gratitude.
"We'll do whatever it takes to find your people and restore what you lost three months ago," he said firmly.
The smile that spread across her face was like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. "Thank you for that."
Izei realized with sudden clarity that he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing things that made her smile at him like that. Not because she was grateful for his protection or impressed by his resources, but because she trusted him enough to share her burdens.
The SUV began to slow as they approached their destination—a small cottage nestled among towering trees, so isolated it seemed to exist outside the modern world. Smoke drifted from the chimney, and carefully tended gardens suggested someone had been living there for some time.
Reth brought the vehicle to a stop in the narrow driveway. "I'll maintain watch out here while you collect Aldric."
Freesia was already moving. She had the door open and was stepping onto the gravel drive before Izei could offer assistance, her eagerness to reunite with her trusted advisor palpable.
After three long months of believing she was the last Waverly tiger left, Freesia was finally about to see another survivor.