Oliver's POV
Of course I was angry. I was furious at her, at the situation, but mostly at myself. I wasn't even supposed to be here tonight; I had a mountain of pack business sitting on my desk, and my father's warnings were still echoing in the back of my mind. But I had been restless. Knowing Aurora was stubbornly working in this club, surrounded by hawks and predators, I couldn't sit still. I feared exactly what had just happened.
I had tried to stop her. I'd offered to pay her three times what she made here just so she'd stay at the palace where I could keep her safe, but she had refused, claiming she didn't want to be dependent on me. I admired that.
But in a place like this… it terrified me.
What if I hadn't shown up? She would have been raped.
