"It's work-related."
That was all Elliot said before ending the call.
Typical Alpha behavior decide, command, disappear. I stared at my phone for a second longer than necessary before exhaling slowly. Refusing him outright clearly wasn't an option, so I turned and headed for the president's office, my instincts uneasy but controlled.
When I knocked and stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was him.
Elliot stood by his desk in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. His presence filled the room the way an Alpha's always did silent dominance, calm authority, an invisible pressure that made weaker wolves lower their eyes. His gaze landed on me, sharp yet deceptively warm, carrying a glint that felt almost… dangerous.
Like he knew exactly how much power he held.
I walked closer, keeping my spine straight, my expression neutral. "What are your orders, President Presgrave?"
