ELAINE.
I walked down the corridor with my heels clicking softly against the polished floor, keeping that perfect, practiced smile on my face while my mind raced like a storm behind my eyes.
This is it, I thought. This is exactly what Father wanted. This is the moment we've been planning for.
He had given me one clear job before I left our family estate: get close to Killian again. Slip back into his life. Find every weakness in his operation, in his pack, in his heart. Report everything back. He believed it would be easy. After all, we had history. Two years of being together. Two years when I had loved him enough to ignore the warning signs. He thought I could walk in, smile sweetly, touch his arm, remind him of what we once had, and he would let his guard down just enough for me to s
