Lana’s POV
The next morning, I left my apartment with one goal – Obsidian Group. Damon’s empire. His company stood deep in Storm Howl Pack territory, just twenty minutes from my place.
The taxi rolled through the gates, the guards straightening instantly. Their gazes flicked to me, then away, no one dared to question why I was here.
When we stopped before the towering glass building, my stomach fluttered. I stepped out, heels tapping against the polished pavement. The structure loomed above me, sleek, cold, powerful. Everything about it screamed him.
The moment I walked in, all conversations died. Heads snapped up. Wolves in sleek suits and women tapping at keyboards froze mid–motion. Their gazes followed me as I strode through the polished foyer, my every step echoing in the hush. Th
