Oliver's POV
"Stay here, Genevieve," I said, my voice dropping the warmth I'd been faking. I stood up, adjusting my jacket. "I need to ensure my assistant hasn't fainted from the… 'stress' of the meeting."
Genevieve just smirked, waving a hand dismissively.
I walked toward the back of the restaurant, my footsteps silent on the plush carpet. My wolf was scratching at the surface, wanting to shift, wanting to claim, wanting to growl at the scent of her distress. I found her in the hallway leading to the restrooms. She was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.
"The restroom is that way, Aurora," I said, my voice echoing in the small space.
She jumped, her eyes snapping open. The heartbreak was still there, raw and bleeding, but it was being rapidly replaced by a defiant spark. "I'm going back to the office, Alpha. I've lost my appetite."
