Anastasia had returned to Bourgeois after the temporary leave, stepping back into a territory that still carried traces of Elliot's Alpha presence. The building itself always felt like it belonged to his pack—structured, controlled, and quietly charged with authority that lingered even in his absence.
That afternoon, I was having lunch with Felicia outside the company grounds when she leaned in with a teasing smile. "President Presgrave hasn't shown up here once since you went on leave," she said, her tone light but observant in the way pack members often read shifting bonds. "Honestly, it feels like you're the only reason he ever comes to Bourgeois."
