The moment Leah demanded I be called over, I could almost feel the shift in the air, like a challenge echoing through pack territory. Her tone carried that familiar edge—sharp, entitled, the kind that came from someone who thought status alone could bend others into submission. In her mind, clients ruled everything. In mine, rank was earned, not bought.
Felicia's voice remained smooth, neutral, but I could sense the flicker of amusement beneath it when she agreed and stepped out. A few moments later, word traveled fast—straight to Elliot. When the Alpha gave his quiet instruction to bring me in as well, something in my chest stirred. Instinct. Curiosity. A warning wrapped in anticipation.
When Felicia called me, I didn't hesitate to refuse at first. "I don't want to see her." My voice was flat, uninterested. Leah wasn't worth my energy, not today.
But then Felicia dangled something else—something cryptic. A show.
