Aurora glanced furtively at Steven, her eyes piercing like those of an alert wolf.
Steven understood the message immediately and moved towards the door in silence. He had learned to understand these glances, signs of quick, strategic decision-making. Like his mistress, he knew that a pack, no matter how large, was nothing without a strong alpha.
"Miss Stormwolf!"
The hotel's vice-president, Michael Gordon, entered with a hasty step, as bold as a wolf without its alpha. He was so fast that Steven didn't even have time to stop him.
Aurora frowned, a shiver running down her spine as she watched Michael rush to his office. She knew he was capable of anything, but on this day, he was in forbidden territory. A territory she ruled with an iron fist, even if her lycan nature remained
