Aurora's POV
The packhouse was busier than usual today, buzzing with activity. After passing through three security checkpoints, a stern-looking Beta led me to the executive wing. My new workspace was a sleek, glass-topped desk situated directly outside the heavy mahogany doors of the Alpha King's private office.
I sat down, smoothed my skirt, and tried to stop my hands from shaking. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom pressure of "the masked Dom's" lips on mine or the terrifying speed of that drive. I shook my head. I had to stay focused. I was here for James. I was here to work.
A few minutes later, the elevator at the end of the hall chimed.
