ELENA’S POV
The hours bled together as I threw myself into preparation. If I had to return to Aiden’s Pack, I wouldn’t be walking into a trap. Not again. Not ever.
London stayed close, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of my thoughts. His office was dimly lit, the glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows over the scattered documents. The air smelled faintly of leather and ink, and the distant hum of the night seeped through the windows.
London leaned over the desk, his broad shoulders tense as he scanned the contract. His finger tapped a line, the sound sharp in the stillness.
“This clause,” he said, his voice low, “is how Aiden’s keeping you tied to the Pack. Three months. If you don’t comply, you lose everything.”
I clenched my fists, the edge of the desk digging into my pa
