Third Person's POV
Cliff's Alpha aura eased slightly, replaced by pheromones laced with reassurance, as he tried to coax Vanya's resistance into submission.
Hearing this, Vanya stilled, ceasing her struggle and letting Cliff hold her, though the cold aura around her remained undiminished.
Noticing her stillness, a flicker of joy ignited in Cliff's eyes—only to be doused instantly by Vanya's chilling reply, "I let you go because you had nothing to do with that incident. That's all."
Her words doused Cliff's hope like a bucket of ice water.
His grip on Vanya tightened reflexively, the wolf hair on his knuckles growing darker.
Meanwhile, the driver had delivered Melinda to the hotel entrance.
Through the window, Melinda spotted Cliff embracing Vanya from behind. Jealousy blazed in her
