My Wolfe ️

Sky Taylor stepped through the prison gates, her heart pounding sharply against her ribcage as blinding sunlight swallowed her whole. The steel doors clanged shut behind her, a sound of echoing finality reverberating through her bones. She blinked against the fierce brightness, eyes stinging, unused to the brilliance after years confined to shadows and cold concrete.

Her shoulders remained rigidly squared, her spine perfectly straight. It was a carefully constructed armor concealing the turmoil raging beneath. She clutched a small bag in her hands, containing the few belongings that had survived her fall from grace. Yet, the real burden she carried was invisible: betrayal, bitterness, and a fiery determination forged from every whispered insult, every cold, lonely night behind bars.

She took a measured breath, allowing her senses to adjust to a world now shockingly unfamiliar. The noise of distant traffic, the chatter of pedestrians, even birdsong felt harsh and intrusive. Freedom, she realized bitterly, wasn't as sweet as she'd imagined.

"No one waits," Sky whispered softly, a wry smirk touching her lips. Her family had disowned her publicly, friends had turned their backs, and the man she'd loved... Thomas, had plunged the knife of betrayal deepest of all. She was utterly alone.

A low, growling engine suddenly disrupted her thoughts. She looked up sharply as a sleek, black sports car slid smoothly to a halt before her. Her pulse quickened, surprise swiftly replaced by reluctant recognition. Only one man possessed the audacity for such an entrance.

Lucas Storm emerged from the driver's seat, his presence effortlessly commanding, his dark blond hair tousled by the wind. Eyes glinting with familiar mischief, he offered her a playful grin, a look she hadn't seen in years yet one she knew well. Lucas, the maverick ex-surgeon, who'd once saved lives on the operating table and now saved hers in far less conventional ways.

"Get in, doll," he drawled, his tone as relaxed as if she were emerging from a luxury spa rather than a prison.

Sky slid into the passenger seat without comment, allowing herself to sink into the plush leather, a stark contrast to the cold, hard bench she'd grown accustomed to. Lucas climbed in beside her, accelerating away from the grim silhouette of her past, the silence between them comforting rather than oppressive.

As they drove through the heart of the city, familiar yet alien, Sky stared out through the tinted window. Her chest tightened as memories pressed insistently against her consciousness. The glittering parties, influential people, powerful decisions. This city had once belonged to her. Now, it was territory she'd lost, territory she'd soon reclaim.

Lucas pulled into the secure underground parking of a sleek high-rise, its modern elegance unfamiliar yet reassuring. They ascended silently in a private elevator, the hum of machinery the only sound between them. Lucas handed her a key as they stepped into a private hallway.

"It's yours," he said simply, his eyes unreadable, but his voice conveying more warmth and support than a thousand hollow platitudes ever could.