Nigel's brow furrowed as he watched me hurry into the company building. He hadn't been able to escort me to my office only to the entrance and his confusion was written plainly across his face. How had our meal ended so abruptly? There were still a thousand things he could have said, gestures he could have made, yet it all felt cut short, and I could sense his pack instincts bristling with frustration.
I pressed my hand to my face as I stepped into my office. My mind was still reeling from the encounter at the restaurant the Alpha's dominance, the suffocating intensity of Elliot's claim. Twice in one day, he had awakened instincts in me I wasn't ready to understand. My pulse raced, my body still tingling from the memory of his possessive energy. I couldn't focus, couldn't breathe fully.
