Her face was bruised, her hair dishevelled, and her mouth covered with a piece of silver-colored tape. She squirmed slightly at the sight of Axel, her wide eyes filled with terror.
Axel barely spared her a glance as he walked toward the desk at the back of the room. Selene followed, her boots clicking against the floor, their casual demeanour making it clear that Naya’s state meant nothing to them.
"If we continue to press forward," Selene continued, ignoring the muffled sounds Naya made, "Lucian will be forced to make a move. His pack can’t survive this level of pressure. Once they’re cornered, they’ll have no choice but to give you full control."
Axel leaned against the edge of the desk, his expression calm but calculating. "It’s not just about control," he said. "Lucian needs to unde
