Elijah
I didn’t have to look to know who it was—Olivia, her tone lined with that unique mix of malice and sweetness she’d perfected over the years.
As I turned, I saw her standing there, arm linked with a tall, broad figure beside her. It was Noah, Alpha of the Blackridge pack.
Seeing him in our territory, especially standing next to Olivia, felt like a threat wrapped in a sly smile.
“Elijah,” Noah greeted, that arrogant smirk plastered on his face. “Fancy seeing you here.”
I clenched my jaw as my wolf snarled inside, urging me forward. Noah’s posture oozed confidence and a challenge as his gaze flicked to Agnes, sizing her up with an unmistakable look of appraisal. My hackles rose, my wolf’s protective instincts flaring up at the insinuation behind his stare.
“Here fo
