The garage that had once felt like nothing more than another room to clean now felt like a prison. The air around me was thick and suffocating, and my heart was a war drum beating wildly in my chest.
My hands were still trembling slightly from everything that had just happened, the lingering sensations of Jorell's touch still swimming in my mind, making everything harder to grasp.
I was still stunned, still struggling to understand how I had gone from a nameless omega to someone who bore the attention and scorn of two of the most powerful wolves in the pack.
The sharp, echoing sound of Lisa's's voice shattered the silence like a rock thrown through glass. Her wide eyes locked on Jorell, and the tone of her voice was nothing short of venomous.
After recovering from his initial shock, Jorell turned around slowly to face her. He tried to keep his composure, but even I could sense the tension in the air.
