All Chapters of Under The Wolfe Name : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Elara lay there, chest rising and falling, her skin still humming with the heat of everything that had just happened. Adrian hadn’t moved away; his hand was still on her waistElara’s chest rose and fell in uneven waves, each breath mingling with Adrian’s, their foreheads almost touching. The fire that had consumed them still lingered in the air, heavy, restless.For the first time since their argument, they had been quiet.Adrian shifted onto his back, his breathing steadier now. He didn’t look at her right away, but she felt his presence so strongly it made her chest flutter.Elara tried to stand, but the moment her knee wobbled and gave in, she sat back down with a soft thud. A frustrated sigh escaped her, and when she finally looked up, she caught Adrian’s gaze locked on her.The air stilled between them. He wasn’t smirking, he wasn’t teasing—he was simply staring at her with an intensity that made her flush deeper. She fidgeted with her fingers, wishing her face wasn’t betraying

Elara woke up with her stomach twisting. The moment she opened her eyes, She woke up with a smile on her face. She had dreamt about Lily .. In the dream they were sitting together, laughing the way they used to before everything in her life changed. She could still hear the sound of her friend's excitement, and for a moment, it had felt so real, like Lily was right there with her again.Her smile slowly faded when Adrian’s face suddenly came into her mind and her brow creased. Why did he always have a way of creeping into her mind, even when she didn’t invite him there?Heat rushed to her cheeks as flashes of the night before, came rushing back. His hand, his voice, the way she had looked at him—it was all too much. She pressed her palms to her face, wishing she could erase the memory, but it only made it worse.God, what was she thinking letting it get that far? Why didn’t she stop herself? She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him like that, let alone letting him touch her. It w

Adrian sat back down at the head of the glass table, his face unreadable as Julian’s voice carried on about profit margins and creative leverage. The room was alive with murmurs, pens scratching across notepads, executives nodding at the figures flashing across the screen.But Adrian wasn’t listening. Not really.His mind was still fixed on the phone call. His grandfather’s lawyer. The request. Dinner. Tonight.He kept his posture composed, hands resting on the table, but a thought pressed against the back of his head like an unfinished task. He would have to tell Elara. She’d need to be home on time. She’d need to know it wasn’t optional.Julian clicked to another slide, stealing a glance at Adrian’s face. “As you can see, gentlemen, the sponsorship isn’t just an investment—it’s branding. Visibility. Legacy.” His tone carried weight, each word sharp, deliberate.The board nodded, several murmurs of agreement circling again.Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze lowering