Elle's POVI remained curled against the wall, unable to stop the tears streaming down my face. The amber-eyed stranger—a werewolf, apparently—had moved to the other side of the room and was making a phone call, his back to me as though offering a semblance of privacy."Alex, I need you to bring something to my suite immediately," he said, his voice low and commanding. "A blank check from my personal account. And bring a bottle of whiskey." He paused, listening. "No, I don't care what meeting you're in. This is priority."He ended the call and turned back toward me, his expression unreadable. I noticed him studying me with those penetrating amber eyes—a telltale sign of werewolf heritage that I should have recognized immediately if I hadn't been so drunk and disoriented."The tears won't change anything," he said flatly. "What's done is done."I wiped my face angrily. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who just..." I couldn't even finish the sentence.My phone buzzed with a text
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