"Get out of my room, Anastasia," Aliona thundered, her Alpha pressure slamming into the space like a territorial warning.
But I didn't even look at her first. My gaze went straight to Elliot lying unconscious on the couch. His scent was wrong—dulled, unstable, like his instincts had been forcibly suppressed. My wolf recoiled at the sight.
I pointed at him. "I'm taking him with me."
Aliona's expression darkened instantly. "Elliot got drunk and fell asleep in my room. This has nothing to do with you. Leave."
She grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me toward the door, her grip laced with dominance. "Get out!"
I jerked free, rage snapping through my control. "Drunk? Or did you spike his drink and set this up?" My voice sharpened. "As a woman, I'm disgusted by you."
Her eyes flashed with fury.
Aliona pulled out her phone immediately, trying to call for backup. I reacted before she could finish, snatching it from her hand.
