Five years had passed since that humiliating night.
Five years since I ran away from the Silver Moon Pack with nothing but a broken heart and a burning vow for revenge.
I stared at my reflection in the massive mirror of my Manhattan penthouse. The scared, weak girl was gone. In her place stood Elena Voss — successful fashion designer, independent, and untouchable.
My curves were now an asset, my long dark hair styled perfectly, and my green eyes held a cold strength that made people think twice before crossing me.
I had buried my wolf deep inside. No shifting, no pack, no moon pulls. The human world was safer. Here, no one knew what I truly was.
My phone buzzed. A message from my assistant:
"Mr. Blackwood confirmed the dinner meeting at 8 PM. He's arriving tonight."
Alexander Blackwood. The name alone sent a shiver down my spine. Billionaire investor, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, and the most powerful man in New York business circles. His company was about to invest millions in our fashion house.
I slipped into a sleek red dress that hugged my body perfectly, grabbed my bag, and headed to the restaurant.
The place was exclusive, the kind where deals were made and empires built. I arrived early and took my seat.
Then he walked in.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes like storm clouds. His presence commanded the room without a word. His scent hit me before he even reached the table — cedar, rain, and pure dominance.
My wolf stirred violently inside me for the first time in years.
Mate.
The pull was overwhelming, stronger than anything I'd felt with Jax.
He sat down across from me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with intense focus.
"Miss Voss," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been looking forward to this meeting."
I forced a professional smile, hiding the chaos inside me.
He had no idea who I was.
But I knew exactly who he was.
Alexander Blackwood was the Alpha King — the most powerful werewolf alive.
And fate had just thrown us together again.