"Yes, it suits you," Elliot said, his golden eyes flicking over the bangle on Hayley's wrist with the calculated calm of an Alpha assessing the claim of a subordinate.
Hayley's chest puffed out slightly. "Grandma treats me really well. She seems to like me a lot," she said, her words sharp and deliberate, crafted so I could hear every syllable. Her aura radiated possessiveness, trying to stake her territory in the Alpha's favor.
Elliot's gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, catching mine in the reflection. I kept my eyes forward, letting the city blur past, my posture relaxed but alert. Every line of my body was tuned to the pack instinct that whispered stay aware, guard your bond. The afternoon sun brushed my features, casting me in a quiet, unyielding light that probably made me seem untouchable.
