Ella POVThe elevator doors slid open, and David scooped me up in one swift motion. I struggled, pushing against him with all my strength, but it did nothing to break his grip. His hold was unyielding as he stepped out into the hallway.Then he started running. The jarring motion of his sprint sent
I turned my head away, tears falling down my cheeks.“I wonder what’s more valuable,” David mused. “I could blackmail you and get the wealth your pack has to offer.” He moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards him. “Or, I could make you a movie star and make a fortune se
The sound of Alexander’s voice spurred David into action, but he wasn’t fast enough. With two loud bangs, the door burst open. Alexander strode in, a look of anger on his face. His eyes fixed on me immediately and i saw the expression freeze as he took in the scene.David was standing between me and
Ella POVA chill ran through me, and goosebumps rose along my arms. There was so much intensity in Alexander's words that I didn’t doubt for a second he meant them.I watched as David paused, the gravity of the situation sinking in. But after a moment, he shook off his hesitation and lunged forward,
Ella POVAlexander quietly led me into his office building, away from the crowds on the busy streets. I was wearing my skirt and Alexander’s suit coat, since my own shirt had been destroyed. Alexander had made a few phone calls, then helped me dress and ushered me out of the hotel as quickly and cal
“I should be the one to talk to him,” I protested, though my voice came out weak and shaky.“It’s all right,” he reassured me. “I’ll explain everything and let him know you’re safe.”I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to argue further. Alexander was right—if my father heard me sounding
Ella POVThe fog over my mind was distracting, but even with it, one thought kept replaying in my head: I had never seen Alexander like that. He was always so calm, so in control—teasing, sure, laid-back occasionally—but never like that.It wasn’t just anger that I saw. No, the word didn't even feel
"I don't suffer fools lightly," he continued, his bright, serious gaze locked on mine. I felt strangely small under his stare, but I couldn’t look away. "And I don't spend time with people I don’t want to spend time with. This arrangement we have—" he paused, as if searching for the right words, "—w