The Alpha's presence lingered in my mind long after I left the conference hall. Elliot sat there like a dominant force of nature, his aura pressing against every wolf-blood in the room, silencing instincts that usually ran wild in a pack gathering. Yet he chose to sit beside Aliona, as if acknowledging her place at his side in the hierarchy.
I kept my gaze lowered, pretending the bond between us meant nothing, even though my instincts betrayed me. Every time his scent brushed the air, my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, confused by the distance he placed between us and the possessive way he now looked at another she-wolf.
"Let's end the meeting," Felicia announced, her voice cutting through the tense energy. The pack of designers shifted, their attention divided between work and the silent power struggle unfolding in the room. Praise was given to my designs again, but it felt distant, almost meaningless under the weight of the Alpha's silence.
