Chapter 156

Victoria's POV I hadn't even spoken when Patrick cut in: "Let's go, Victoria. Your grandfather has already arrived. We shouldn't keep him waiting, and Mr. Sterling clearly has somewhere to be. Let's not waste his time." Patrick extended his hand toward me, clearly intending to take mine, but I stepped back, avoiding his touch. Nora bristled inside me, uncomfortable with another dominant wolf's presumption. It was a quiet refusal, but firm. He didn't seem bothered by my rejection. With Grandfather there, he knew I'd have to follow him anyway. And Damien certainly wouldn't interfere—Grandfather had never made his dislike for him a secret. I stood frozen, caught between two Alpha males. The tension in the elevator was suffocating, their competing scents—Patrick's pine and sandalwood against Damien's smoky cedar and midnight rose—making it hard to breathe. Damien remained silent, but the intensity in his steel-gray eyes sent shivers down my spine. His face had darkened into something dange