Chapter 70: A Helping Paw, A Hidden Agenda
(Elina's POV)
The silver-infused restraints bit into my wrists as the young beta enforcer led me through the garage. He couldn't have been more than a few years into his position, his uniform still creased with newness.
"Watch your step," he said, his voice official but his eyes telling a different story.
I noticed how his gaze lingered on my face, his beta scent deliberately sweetening to appeal to my omega instincts.
"I'm really not dangerous," I said, trying to sound light despite my racing heart. "The knife was just for protection."
The enforcer smiled, his wolf's interest obvious. "Protocol, miss."
My stomach knotted with fear. Weapons violations could affect my status at the design studio, my ability to care for my mother, ever
