The elevator chime was the starting gun.
The brass doors slid open to the sprawling, multi-level penthouse. Jerome was waiting in the foyer, his posture rigid, his blue eyes respectfully averted from Elara’s flushed face and her rumpled crimson trench coat.
Lucian didn’t break stride. He smoothly transferred the babbling, wide-eyed Leo into the Beta’s waiting arms.
"Take him to the nursery," Lucian ordered, his voice a dark, gravelly command that brooked absolutely no delay. "Do not disturb us unless the building is literally burning to the ground."
"Understood, Alpha," Jerome replied smoothly, already turning away with the tiny heir safely cradled to his chest.
The exact microsecond Jerome disappeared down the hall, Lucian turned on her.
The billionaire CEO completely vanished,
