Chapter 9: The Alpha's Intended
(Elina's POV)
I pressed myself against the cold wall at the back of the fitting room, my breathing shallow and quick. Damon Blackwood’s overwhelming alpha scent filled the air outside. It was intoxicating, familiar but also suffocating after everything that had happened. My wolf was restless, its whines echoing in my mind.
The sound of Damon’s voice, deep and commanding, reached me clearly through the door. “The ceremonial gown—is it ready?”
“Yes, Alpha Blackwood!” chirped the beta assistant, her voice dripping with excitement. “It’s been completed for a while. Would your intended mate want to try it on now?”
My stomach twisted painfully. I clenched my fists, my body rigid as I desperately scanned the small, enclosed space for an escape route. Ther
