Elliot shut his files with a soft snap and glanced at the clock. "Let's move." His voice carried that low, controlled authority that made the air around him thrum with dominance—an Alpha's presence even in a corporate den.
As I climbed into my father's car, I couldn't hide my curiosity. "Dad, what's this important thing? Why do I need to be there?" My pulse was quickening, a low hum of wolfish anticipation stirring beneath my skin.
He adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes calm but sharp. "I'm taking you to an auction. Our pack—our company—wants to acquire one of the projects being offered. At the same time, I want you to observe. When your time comes to lead the pack, you'll understand how the process flows."
I blinked, startled. Isn't he planning ten steps ahead of me? "Dad, I'm still young. It'll be at least another ten years before I take over anything." I let out a laugh that was part exasperation, part amusement.
