Elliot's eyes darkened as he listened to me practically push him toward another woman, as if I were negotiating a peace treaty between rival packs instead of standing in front of him. The air around him shifted—he wasn't just irritated now, he was restrained dominance, the kind that made the room feel smaller.
Arms crossed, he stared at me like I had just challenged his authority. "Come again?"
My confidence cracked instantly.
I straightened too quickly, words stumbling out before my instincts could stop them. "I'm only doing this for your own good! You need a woman, and Miss Dora clearly likes you—"
"I do need a woman," he interrupted, voice low and controlled.
Then his gaze locked onto mine.
"But you are the only woman I want."
The words landed like a territorial claim being made directly over my pulse.
