"Don't you think she might just be a wolf hiding behind soft fur? Why are you defending her like you understand her better than us?" Erica snapped, her voice sharp with unstable pack energy.
Rey's expression remained controlled, his presence steady like an enforcer trained to suppress pressure from agitated wolves.
"Miss Tillman will stand at the peak of the Presgrave hierarchy once she is bonded to the future Alpha. She gains nothing from Tilman Constructions. The two of you, however, are acting highly suspicious."
Naomi's instincts flared at the implication, her dominance challenged in unfamiliar territory. Erica's gaze tightened with jealousy and disbelief.
When did Anastasia rise above our rank?
Before the tension could escalate further, Rey's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately.
"Yes, President Presgrave."
Elliot's voice came through the line—cold, absolute, carrying Alpha authority that allowed no resistance.
