_Zarelle’s POV_
“With me, not for me,” I corrected Elsa, watching her face carefully. My wolf could sense her uncertainty, the way her heartbeat quickened when she looked at my brother.
“But I—” Elsa hesitated, her fingers playing with the silver bracelet on her wrist. The metal made my nose twitch slightly, but I’d grown used to accessories over the years.
“You have the qualifications. You have the experience. And I know I could trust you completely,” I said, meaning every word. In our pack, trust was everything, and Elsa had proven herself worthy of it many times over even though she was from another pack. Even though she was a soon to be Alpha..
Her pack had their own business empire, built over generations. Elsa was being prepared to take over as Alpha and CEO someday. Sh
