Chapter 50: A Calculated Barbecue
(Lucian's POV)
I heard Finn's phone ring, cutting through the tension in my office. The aftermath of his confession about claiming to be Elara's benefactor still hung in the air between us. His eyes widened slightly at the caller ID before his lips curved into a calculating smile.
"Well, well... if it isn't the little she-wolf who vandalized my Ferrari," he drawled, deliberately putting the call on speaker.
I remained motionless, watching my Beta's performance with cold calculation. The silver of my wolf's eyes reflected in the glass of the window behind him.
"Hi, this is Willow—you know, the one who vandalized your ridiculously expensive car?" The nervous voice confirmed. "I'm calling because I need a day off from my indentured servitude to deal
