Chapter 32

Elsa

The next morning, I arrived at Stone Industries at 7:45 AM, my ankle throbbing despite the support brace. Sophia had insisted on driving me, muttering darkly about “alpha assholes” and their “power trips.”

I noticed Vera hovering near the time clock as I approached the lobby. My wolf instantly went on alert, sensing a trap. She carried two coffee cups and wore a pristine white designer blazer.

The smell of her mingled with Drake’s scent hit me like a physical blow. My wolf snarled viciously, territorial rage flooding my system.

She’s wearing his scent.

I needed to clock in before 8:00 to avoid losing my attendance bonus. Vera’s positioning was no coincidence; she was blocking the path to the time clock, her predatory eyes tracking my approach.

“Oh, Elsa!” Vera called out, her voice syrupy sweet. “You’re here early. How’s your poor ankle?”