Aurora's POV
I walked into the packhouse office, my body feeling heavy and my mind even more messed up. Every step I took reminded me of the soreness between my thighs, a lingering mark of the man I had just screamed for over the phone.
Elias was already at his desk, the sound of his typing filling the quiet morning air. He looked up and gave me a small, sympathetic nod. "Morning, Aurora," he said quietly.
"Morning, Elias," I replied, my voice sounding flat even to my own ears. I sat down and opened my laptop, staring at the screen without really seeing it. I tried to focus on the lines of data, but all I could see were those tattooed fingers from the photo.
"Alpha Oliver wants to see you," Elias said, interrupting my dark thoughts. "He said to head in as soon as you arrived."
