Chapter 4

ElsaI dragged my exhausted body into Stone Industries, last night’s scene still playing in my mind. Drake’s cold voice, Vera’s strawberry perfume lingering on his skin, his declaration that he wanted a “proper relationship” with her—all of it cut like knives.Fuck you, Drake. All this time together and this is what I get.But my career had to continue. My mother still needed her expensive silver toxicity treatments, and in this wolf society, an Omega without protection had almost no chance of survival. And that’s what really pisses me off—I need the bastard even when I hate him.The elevator doors opened, and I took a deep breath, adjusted my expression, and straightened my shoulders. But when I walked toward my desk, I stopped dead—Vera was sitting in my chair, her fingers dancing across my keyboard.My personal items were gone—photos, pen holder, even my custom chair cushion. In their place were Vera’s pink notebook and strawberry-shaped air freshener.