Emily's POV
The bass pounded through the dimly lit bar as I perched on a stool, nursing my drink. A tall man with broad shoulders slid onto the chair beside me, his gaze meeting mine with quiet understanding. He nodded once, then stood and walked toward the VIP section.
Without hesitation, I followed him, allowing curious onlookers to assume we were hooking up. Perfect cover.
Inside the private room, I locked the door behind us. To anyone watching, we'd look like a random hookup, nothing suspicious about that.
"I'm at your service, Miss Emily," he said, bowing his head respectfully.
Nova stirred inside me, always alert around other wolves. "He's safe. Dad's Beta always protected us."
This man wasn't just any werewolf. He was my father's loyal Beta. When Dad was forced to leave his rogue faction due to his deteriorating condition, most of his men scattered, but the most loyal ones left their contacts. And right now, I needed their services.
