Chapter 62: A Diner Dinner
(Elara's POV)
"Downstairs. I am waiting for you downstairs."
I stared at Lucian's message in disbelief. After everything that had happened with Damon, after my pointed question about whether Lucian had ordered the beating, he was simply... waiting outside my apartment?
Before I could reply, another message appeared: "Come to the window."
My heart raced as I moved to the window, pushing aside the curtain to look down at the street. There he was—the Alpha King himself—leaning casually against his luxury car, a cigarette between his fingers. Even from this distance, his presence was commanding, his posture relaxed yet somehow still intimidating.
My phone buzzed with a voice message. I tapped play, and Lucian's deep voice filled my apartment.
"Little om
