Aurora's POV
"I don't need your money," I snapped. "I am not a charity case, and I certainly don't want your help, Alpha Oliver."
The silence that followed was suffocating. I didn't wait for his reaction. I turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital wing, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could hear his heavy, rhythmic footsteps behind me.
"Aurora, stop," he commanded.
I didn't. I pushed through the glass sliding doors into the humid afternoon air, waving frantically for a taxi. But before one could even pull over, a sleek black car lurched forward, blocking my path. My own door was opened by a stone-faced guard.
"Get in," Oliver said, his voice dropping into a low grumble. It wasn't a request.
