Aurora POV
I nodded, trying to ignore the frantic screaming in the back of my head. Fuck, what is going on with me? Just hours ago, I was angry at him, and now I'm offering to have a drink with him.
Alpha Oliver didn't take me to his private apartment like I thought; instead, we went to the Pack House mansion. The evening air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of the car, and I felt the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on me. Some were surprised to see me dressed in such an expensive gown; others were just in shock.
Oliver led the way, his stride slightly heavy but still commanding. We entered the elevator, and the tension inside the small space was suffocating. The air smelled of him—that cedar and cold rain—mixed with the sharp, burning scent of alcohol. We arrived at a floor I had never seen before. I realized instantly that this was his private floor. I had always been confined to the office levels, never here.
