Lucian's POV
The next morning, despite the doctor's recommendation to rest, I went to the office as usual. The lashes across my back protested with every movement, but I refused to show weakness.
I was reviewing quarterly reports when my office door burst open without warning. Allison stormed in, her face flushed with fury, amber eyes blazing like wildfire.
"You absolute bastard," she hissed, approaching my desk with the fearlessness that had always both infuriated and captivated me.
I stood slowly, inhaling her scent—violet, iris, and bergamot. Fenrir surged forward, desperate to be closer to her. The wolf part of me wanted nothing more than to press my face into the curve of her neck, to breathe her in until I was drunk on her essence.
"I assume you've heard about your m
