Aria's POV
I arrived at Holt Enterprises at exactly ten o'clock.
I'd scheduled the board meeting last night and contacted the media myself, feeding them a story juicy enough to make headlines. By now, the bomb should already be ticking.
My heels clicked against the marble as I crossed the lobby, two lawyers flanking me, a court official behind them carrying documents sealed with the Pack Council's stamp.
I didn't need to announce myself. Everyone knew I was coming.
The elevator opened on the top floor.
Through the glass walls of the boardroom, I could see them waiting—Ethan at the head of the table, his father Gerald beside him, nervous executives scattered around the room.
I pushed the door open. Every head turned.
Ethan rose immediately, anticipation shifting to
