The moment I realized Elliot wasn't going to leave, my patience snapped.
Fine. If the Alpha refused to walk away, then I would.
I grabbed my bag, turning sharply toward the door, my wolf restless beneath my skin, urging me to get out before things escalated further. But I barely made it a step—
Before I could react, a strong hand wrapped around my wrist.
My breath caught.
The next second, I was yanked backward. My balance gave out instantly, and I stumbled straight into him, my body crashing against his chest.
Heat. Strength. The overwhelming presence of an Alpha.
I looked up immediately, anger flaring—but the words caught in my throat.
He was too close.
His breath brushed against my face, warm and steady, carrying that faint, intoxicating scent that made my wolf stir uneasily. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intent, with something almost… amused flickering beneath the surface.
It only made me angrier.
