Elisabeth's POV
The entire room seemed to spin around me, reality warping as my mother's words echoed in my mind. My pulse thundered in my ears, each heartbeat a violent reminder of the fury coursing through my veins. Deep within me, my wolf bristled with barely contained rage at the implications of what she'd just declared.
"Signed me over?" The phrase replayed endlessly in my thoughts. Had I actually heard her correctly? Did she truly view me as nothing more than an object to be traded at will?
Jefferson would never agree to such a thing.
Where was this madness even originating?
What sick manipulation was she attempting now?
I parted my lips to argue, to correct her delusions, but the words lodged themselves in my throat like shards of glass. The oppressive quiet stretched between us until Alana's voice cut through the suffocating atmosphere.
