Aurora's POV
The drive was suffocatingly quiet. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the passing streetlights as they blurred into long, golden streaks. Every bump in the road felt like a knife twisting in my ribs, and every breath was a shallow, jagged struggle. Beside me, Dom Raymond radiated a dark, vibrating energy—a mixture of protective instinct and something that felt like raw guilt.
He didn't speak, and neither did I. My mind was too busy spinning. Alpha. The word echoed over and over. If he was an Alpha, he wasn't just some high-end club regular. He was a predator of the highest order.
We arrived at my apartment complex far too quickly. He killed the engine, and for a moment, the only sound was the ticking of the cooling metal.
