ELISA’S POV
In the end, it was easier said than done. Alec had gone back to his desk, but he wasn't sitting. He stood there glaring at me. He was getting angrier, and his rage was growing by each passing second. His aura pressed harder. It was almost suffocating, forcing me to fold, to submit. My knees trembled from the weight of it, but I locked them in place. I refused to bend.
Alec’s eyes darkened, the wolf rising inside him. “You think you’ve won something here, Elisa?” His voice was low, trembling with barely restrained rage. “Because you spit venom in my face and throw my faults back at me?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Faults? At least you admit you have them. That’s more honesty than I’ve ever heard from your mouth, Alec.”
His hand slammed down on the desk beside him with a crack
