Jasmine's POV
The world narrowed to the space between us. Every other detail of the massive office—the expensive art, the panoramic view of Vexley's skyline, the sleek furniture—blurred into nothing. All I could see was him.
Dominic Ford.
Alpha of the White Fur Pack. Billionaire CEO. And apparently, the owner of Ford Entertainment.
How had I not known? How had I not connected the dots?
Because you were too busy being manipulated by Christopher to think about anything else.
The years had changed him. The boyish softness I remembered from our academy days had been replaced by sharp angles and hard muscle. His dark hair was styled differently now, professional rather than casually tousled. But those silver-gray eyes were the same. Still striking, still intense, still capable of seeing
