The Third Person's POV
Elena stared at her phone screen, the silence on the other end deafening.
She knew Leon was ignoring her calls on purpose.
A bitter, cold sensation settled in her chest, but she didn't dial again.
Instead, her thumbs moved across the screen with steady precision.
[Elena]: Pick up, or we're done.
In an upscale private lounge, Leon swirled his glass of bourbon, feeling smug.
He had assumed she would finally learn her place and stop bugging him.
But when the notification flashed across the screen, his scent spiked instantly—a sharp, acrid surge of aggressive musk that betrayed his sudden spike of rage.
How dare she threaten him? A breakup? Only he got to call the shots.
His fingers jammed against the call button, bringing the phone to his ear as his wolf
