Lila
The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of a sprawling mansion cloaked in the dark majesty of the surrounding forest. Its towering, ornate gates stood as a silent testament to power and tradition. My pulse quickened at the sight. This wasn’t just any house—it was his pack house.
Before I could open the door, Elliot’s hand shot out, gripping mine with firm authority. “You’re my date tonight, Lila. Act like it,” he instructed, his tone sharp enough to make my hackles rise.
I glared at him, but he was already stepping out of the car and circling around to my side. With a gallant, almost mocking flourish, he opened the door for me. “Trying to be chivalrous now?” I quipped, sliding my hand into his outstretched one. “At least, be a gentleman.”
His lips curled into that infuriating smi
