Jefferson's POV
The precise moment my ironclad discipline began to crumble was the instant she entered my world.
Elisabeth Kendrick.
My entire existence had been built on absolute dominance over every aspect of my life. I commanded my wolf, dictated my responses, regulated my feelings, and controlled everyone within my sphere. This rigid structure had elevated me to my current position and maintained perfect order. Yet within the brief hours since meeting her, that meticulous equilibrium was unraveling, and the sensation filled me with rage. My feet betrayed my rational mind, carrying me directly toward her without conscious decision.
My jaw locked tight as I snarled at Gordon while sliding into my vehicle. "Every detail concerning her existence, down to each breath she draws, will be reported to me immediately. Are we clear?"
Gordon parted his lips as though preparing to object. "You have never shown interest in—"
