The moment I saw her seated beside that man, something inside me snapped and tightened all at once, a sharp surge of possessiveness rising from deep within my instincts. She had already drawn his attention, and that alone was enough to ignite an uneasy pressure in my chest that I could not easily suppress.
She's already close to him… I cannot allow Anastasia to take what I've set my eyes on.
"Mom, that's him," I said quickly, my voice edged with urgency as I pointed toward the table where Elliot sat. "Please ask Dad who he is."
Naomi followed my gesture, her gaze settling on the tall figure. From behind, his posture alone carried a quiet dominance, the kind that marked him as someone not to be underestimated within any pack hierarchy. Without hesitation, she took my arm and guided me toward Francis.
After exchanging greetings, she pulled my father aside, lowering her voice as she asked, "Francis, who exactly is that guest?" She subtly indicated Elliot's direction.
