Ethan's POV
I stormed into my father's office without knocking.
"Dad, we need to talk about Aria."
My father, Gerald Holt, barely looked up from his paperwork. At sixty-two, he still commanded Silver Creek Pack with an iron fist, though lately he'd been pressuring me more and more about expansion.
"What about her?" His tone was dismissive.
"She's demanding ten percent equity stake in the company."
That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "Absolutely not. That woman has done nothing to earn—"
"She can get us a meeting with Vincent Smith's heir," I cut him off.
Dad's expression shifted slightly. Vincent Smith's mysterious heir had been the talk of the business world for weeks. Whoever inherited that empire would control massive assets across mult
