"Elliot's here."
The moment his presence entered the room, the atmosphere shifted. His aura pressed lightly against the edges of the space, unmistakable and dominant, the kind that signaled rank without a word. Every female designer in the pack reacted at once, their instincts sharpening as they became aware of him.
Though they all knew his attention was not for them, their bodies betrayed them. Some adjusted their posture, fingers brushing through their hair in slow, deliberate motions, others tilted their chins or parted their lips slightly, subtle signals meant to draw notice. A few went further, loosening the fabric at their collars, exposing more than necessary in an unconscious display of appeal driven by instinct rather than reason.
I took my seat, keeping my focus steady.
Almost immediately, a wave of fresh scent drifted into the room—coffee. Cups were distributed evenly across the table, and a quiet murmur of surprise rippled through the pack.
