The interior of Julian's Maybach smelled exactly as I remembered—expensive leather and his distinctive scent, sandalwood and midnight air. Five years ago, this combination had made my heart race with desire. Now it made my stomach turn.
"Let me out." I kept my voice steady, refusing to show fear despite being trapped in a moving vehicle with an increasingly unstable Alpha.
Julian accelerated, driving deeper into pack territory. "Not until we talk."
"Talk?" I laughed bitterly. "You didn't bring me here to talk. You brought me here to control."
His amber eyes flashed in the darkness. "I brought you here because you've gone too far."
The car slowed as we reached a secluded overlook—the same place he'd once taken me during our brief courtship. Before everything fell apart. Before Natalie returned and reclaimed his heart.
He parked and turned to face me, moonlight casting harsh shadows across his perfect features. "My grandmother has no right to adopt you."
