Cyril’s POV
The night air is surprisingly and heavily chilly today, but I barely noticed. My boots dragged lines into the gravel as I paced outside the abandoned warehouse where the auction was set to begin. The building sat on the far side of the city, surrounded by rusted fences and shadows thick enough to hide an army. If no one was given a sure address, no one would know a place like this even existed here. And no way I would have been able to sniff them out.
I should have been inside already, ripping the place apart. That’s what my instincts screamed. That’s what every muscle in my body demanded. But instead, I stood here, waiting, calculating, forced to let Ella walk into hell dressed as a maid.
I hated it, I hated it so f*****g much!
“I don’t like this, Alpha,” my Beta, Marcus,
