~Caleb~
"Elara!" My voice echoed through the empty hallway as the elevator doors closed on her furious expression. Too late.
I slammed my fist into the wall, leaving a crater in the imported plaster. The beast inside me howled in frustration—my mate was walking straight into Damon's trap, and my Alpha instincts screamed to chase her, to protect her whether she wanted it or not.
But that was exactly the problem, wasn't it?
I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the length of my penthouse like a caged animal.
"Perhaps you might consider replacing furniture instead of infrastructure next time."
I whirled to find Maya standing at the entrance to the hallway, tablet in hand, expression carefully neutral. The last person I wanted to see right now.
"Leave," I growled, my eyes flashing silv
