I leaned back against the mirrored wall of the elevator as it descended, watching the numbers tick down. My reflection looked flushed, angry.
Had I overreacted?
No, I told myself firmly. Alpha or not, he doesn't own me. Just because biology decided we were mates didn't mean he got to dictate who I spoke to.
The bell dinged, and the doors slid open to the lobby. I stepped out, intent on storming past the front desk and catching a cab, but the security guard—a burly man with a kind face—stepped into my path.
"Ms. Rossi?"
I stopped, surprised. "Yes?"
"Mr. Prescott just buzzed down. He asked me to hold you for a moment. Said you left something important upstairs."
I frowned, patting my pockets. Phone, wallet, keys. "I didn't leave anything."
"He was quite insistent, Miss," the guard sa
