Vanya's POV
Aldridge glared at Elmer, his eyes sharp with an Alpha's aura.
I caught Elmer's face freeze. His wolfish air wilted.
Sure enough, he froze, any defiance in him seeming to wither away instantly.
I shook my head inwardly. I'd thought prison might've tamed Elmer, might've knocked some sense into him, made him less impulsive.
But no—he's still the same timid soul, exactly as he was before.
Aldridge turned to me, voice brooking no argument. "Vanya, I've decided to hand over some other Dalton companies to you. Good practice for you."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Mirabel, carrying a dish from the kitchen, caught the tail end of his statement.
Her face paled. A fierce look flickered in her eyes. "Darling, how can you say that? The family companies are for family,
