Elena Grey’s POV
The room was already on edge when Philip finally snapped. “This is madness,” he barked, stepping forward. “Elena isn’t some object you get to lock away whenever it suits you. If anyone should be confined, it’s Sara…yet she’s walking around like nothing happened.”
Eric Thompson’s mouth curved into a slow, icy smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Whatever Elena is to you,” he said evenly, “she isn’t your wife.”
The words hit like a slap. Before Philip could fire back, Lady Valentina’s voice cut clean through the tension; calm, firm and impossible to ignore.
“Alpha Eric,” she said, lifting her chin, “let Elena stay with me. Just until the next trial. A few days of distance might do you more good than all this shouting. I give you my word; she and Philip won’t cross
