Valeria's POV
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, my teeth grinding against delicate skin until I tasted blood. Facing dozens of cameras alone and trying to look natural somehow felt even more complicated than battling a real enemy.
“Alpha Eric?” The assistant’s voice broke through my tension.
Eric hadn’t moved forward. He paused halfway and was looking at me. “Is something wrong?”
Then his gaze fell on my clenched, pale fingers. Without hesitation, he pressed a button on his wheelchair, turning back toward the assistant. “I’ll go in with her,” he said calmly.
The wheelchair moved soundlessly across the carpet, stopping in front of me. Reaching out, he took my hand in his warm grasp and then looked back at the assistant. “We’ll go together.”
Momentarily stunned, the assistant quick
