"Hello?" The moment Elliot's voice came through, my chest tightened. It wasn't just a voice it was the deep, commanding timbre of an Alpha, sharp and cutting through the panic clouding my thoughts. My words tumbled out in a rush, shaky and desperate.
"Help me… Elliot, please help me… I've been tricked. I'm hiding in a washroom of a suite. There's a man outside who wants to hurt me… I feel so dizzy… I… I don't know if I can hold on… Please, Elliot, you have to save me…" My strength was slipping, my body already betraying me, and the edges of my consciousness were beginning to blur.
Elliot's growl came through the line low, dangerous, carrying that raw, primal weight that always made me feel both terrified and safe. "What hotel are you at? Which suite?" His words were clipped, precise, and carried an unmistakable warning to anyone who might hear: touch her, and you'll regret it.
