-Aria
Walking into the lobby of Stormbourne Group felt like stepping into a sleek, corporate cage—all polished marble and cold, high-end Alpha vibes.
Usually, I avoided this place like the plague. It was Luca’s territory—the seat of his power both as a CEO and as an Alpha. Every suit-and-tie werewolf in the building could probably smell my anxiety from a mile away.
I didn't give a damn. I was simmering with a pure, unadulterated rage that felt like it was about to boil over.
He hadn't called back like forever. He’d left me on read like I was some annoying fan-girl instead of his wife. Meanwhile, Wynne’s livelihood was circling the drain because my husband had the emotional maturity of a territorial golden retriever.
I was pacing the marble floor near the elevators when the
