I knew something was off the moment Geneva grabbed my arm in the parking lot.
“You’re coming with me,” she said, dragging me across the asphalt.
“Geneva, what the hell?” I snapped, trying to pull free.
“Trust me,” she said, not letting go. “We need distance.”
“Distance from what?” I asked, frowning.
“Two Alphas starting a war over your perfume.”
I blinked at her, “You’re exaggerating.”
Geneva didn’t answer. She just kept pulling me faster, ignoring my protests. I scowled, trying to keep up. My chest was already tight, like something was pressing against it. Damian’s energy… it wasn’t the usual, confident pull. It was different. Possessive. Volatile. Dangerous.
I shoved the thought aside. Geneva was probably exaggerating. She always did when it came to boys.
By the time we got back
