"Hey, Anastasia. There you are. The meeting will be in conference room No. 3," a staff member called out as I arrived at the company floor.
"Alright. Thank you," I replied with a polite nod, steadying my breathing as I stepped deeper into Francis' corporate territory. Even without full pack authority, his building carried the pressure of an established Alpha domain—structured, disciplined, watched.
I entered his office, and Francis immediately stood when he saw me. He gathered the documents without delay, his presence shifting into work mode, the kind of calm authority that came from years of leading a pack enterprise.
"Let's go," he said simply.
We moved toward the corridor together.
But the moment we stepped out, the atmosphere changed.
Erica and Hayley were standing there.
My instincts reacted before my thoughts did.
Hayley.
My wolf went still, then sharp.
I didn't show it on my face, but my gaze dimmed instantly. Why is she in my father's territory?
