"So that means you'll be sleeping alone tonight?" A subtle, roguish edge flickered in Elliot's gaze, his Alpha presence shifting with quiet intent. The air between us tightened instantly, my instincts sharpening as I looked at him. "What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my tone steady despite the unease stirring within me.
"Nothing much," he replied, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. "I just intend to sleep in your den tonight." His words carried a casual dominance, as if he had already claimed the idea as reasonable.
"Don't push your luck," I shot back, narrowing my eyes. "Go back to your own territory. Otherwise, I'll ensure you're not welcome here again."
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted toward the distant city lights, his expression turning faintly serious as his voice lowered. "Your father seemed genuinely at ease tonight. But the time he has left before his pack's company is taken over… is only three months."
