Freya sat frozen in her seat, her gaze locked onto Orion—a wolf circling contested territory.
After their last encounter in his office, he had vanished again for days. She knew he never left the country, and that was what gnawed at her.
Why hadn’t he returned to the mansion? After the heat of their intimacy, after the way his hands and lips had traced promises into her skin—had it all been just another move in his game?
A rush of memories surged—the weight of his body, the whisper of his breath against her neck—but she forced them down. Focus. The boardroom was a battlefield now, and she couldn’t afford to falter.
Yet, in her darkest moments of desperation, she had thought of him. Orion Black—the man who could either be her salvation or her ruin.
Now, faced with the full force of his
