Chapter 38

couldn’t help but smirk as I watched the omega standing there, utterly ficking mortified.

Elsa Hale-Drake Stone’s little pet assistant with her disheveled hair, swollen lips, and neck covered in fresh marks. The scent of sex clung to

her like a goddamn billboard advertisement. Pathetic. Yet somehow fascinating.

My wolf stirred inside me, appreciating the raw honesty of her state-at least she wasn’t pretending to be something she wasn’t, unlike some

people in this room.

“Miss Lumin,” she said, voice admirably steady despite her humiliation. “I apologize for our new intern’s accident with your dress. Stone

Industries will cover the full cost of cleaning or replacement.”