Elena's POV
As a high-ranking Alpha, Zander was nothing if not punctual.
He told me he'd pick me up at seven, and at exactly 6:59 PM, I saw his signature black SUV idling in the shadows under the streetlamp.
The car was thick with his icy cedarwood scent, but tonight it felt weirdly oppressive—so heavy I couldn't help but shiver and pull my collar up.
I was dying of curiosity about this guy I was supposed to meet.
A few times during the drive, I wanted to ask, "Who is he? Another Alpha?"
But every time I looked at Zander's clenched jaw, he'd cut me off with three cold words before I could even speak.
"Stop talking."
I got the hint and shut up. Whatever—I'd find out soon enough.
We eventually pulled up to an elite private club. The air was heavy with the smell of old money, expensi
