Elin’s POV

Help me? His words were honey-coated poison, stirring my heart. Team up? It sounded so perfect, like our old stolen dreams—his powerful arms shielding me. But now, this “kindness” only suffocated. He just wanted control, binding me with his strength like that scarf—gentle yet unbreakable. “Aaron, I don’t need your help,” I sneered, voice hoarse. “The Blue Moon Pack is my territory—I don’t need you. It’s just your possessiveness flaring. You want me ...