For a man like Elliot, everything about him carried authority—status, power, dominance. He didn't just walk into rooms; he claimed them. Even now, I could imagine how easily he could take over any pack territory, how effortlessly other Alphas would yield to him.
And yet…
He still chose to chase me.
Another notification appeared.
I'm going to your place now.
I frowned harder.
Outside, the rain had only grown worse, pounding against the café windows like restless claws. The storm outside mirrored the tension building inside my chest.
Why would he come in weather like this?
I quickly typed a reply.
I'm not home. Don't bother looking for me.
Almost instantly, his response came.
Where are you? I'll come and keep you company.
My grip on the phone tightened.
I exhaled slowly before replying, letting a hint of provocation slip through.
There's no need. I'm with someone.
A pause.
Then—
Who?
I glanced briefly at Alex sitting across from me.
Mr. Hunter and I are having tea.
