As one of Dante's personal secretaries, Albert had seen countless resignations cross his desk over the years. Secretaries came and went, some tearful, some bitter, some relieved. But when Elodie slid that white envelope across the polished oak, something inside him tightened.
Her hands didn't shake, but her eyes… moon goddess, her eyes told a different story.
Albert had been in Dante's office long enough to know more than he ever should. He knew the whispers in the Pack, knew how cold Dante could be when it came to the woman he'd once taken as his Luna. He knew Elodie's marriage had been built on loyalty and sacrifice, but not love, at least, not from Dante's side. From hers, it had always been all or nothing.
She'd walked into this company years ago not just as his wife but determined,
