Chapter 21: A Model Trap
(Elina's POV)
I stood nailed to the spot, glaring at Damon Blackwood, his smug expression enough to make my wolf bristle beneath my skin.
"Two-hundred pack currency per hour," he said, leaning back in his chair. His voice was casually dismissive, his piercing blue eyes studying me with infuriating calm.
I clenched my fists, steadying my voice. "Two-hundred? That’s your offer?"
He smirked, the corner of his mouth tilting upward. "You're an omega with no modeling experience, Elina. You're lucky I'm offering you that much."
My teeth ground together at his patronizing tone. "Make it at least 250," I shot back, trying to keep my composure intact, though my wolf’s growl bubbled softly in my chest.
He raised an amused brow, tapping his fingers rhythmically o
