Elara’s POV
As I stood outside Alpha Anthony’s office, the weight of my decision pressed down on me. I had to do this. For Sergio—for myself. But the thought of facing Alpha Anthony made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the office. The air was thick with authority and power, as if the very room was an extension of the Alpha’s presence. Behind a massive oak desk, Alpha Anthony sat, his eyes scanning documents with a sharp intensity. His dark hair framed his chiseled face, and even in the low light, his features were striking—too striking for me to face without my stomach doing a strange flip.
When he looked up, his eyes locked onto mine. The power of his gaze stole the air from my lungs. “W
