Chapter 45

Sloane tugged her jacket tighter as the city wind carried the scent of rain and asphalt. She was about to call a cab when the low growl of engines rolled down the quiet street. A line of black SUVs eased to a stop at the curb, sleek, tinted, unmistakably pack vehicles. She froze. The door of the front car opened, and a driver stepped out. “Miss Sloane, Alpha Volkov sent for you.” Her pulse skipped. She hadn’t expected him tonight. Before she could respond, a small hand caught hers. “Aunt Sloane!” Jeremy grinned from the back seat, his little fangs flashing when he smiled too wide. “Come on! We’re going for dinner!” “I…uh, I can just grab a cab.” she started, only to see Dominic step out of the second car. His presence quieted the night. The streetlamps flickered faintly as if reacting to the Alpha’s energy. His eyes found her easily, steady, unreadable, silver gleaming faintly in the dark. “Is the ride too much for your taste?” he asked, voice low, calm, yet threaded with quiet command