ra

et tangled around my legs. The slate and charcoal room was empty, but the oppressive,

ood Manor. As I reached the Grand Staircase, the polished dark oak gleaming u

ancient Alpha warrior in an alcove. Below, two Omega maids in crisp

ay?" one whispered. "Poor thing. She's b

ppened in the bloodbath ten years ago. That quenched silver weapon didn't just shatter hi

uld be a devastating humiliation. To me, it was a revelation. It was a built-in safety feature. It meant my po

ed the stairs and followed the scent of

ackling fire roared in the grand hearth behind him. He didn't look up from his copy of the *Wall

our my tea. I waited until her hand steadied be

hink the silv

nst my saucer. She practically fled to the edge

ay eyes locked onto mine, devoid of anger but sud

k, Elara?" he asked,

rch Cordelia will undoubtedly pressure us for an heir to solidify this union. If we let the Pack be

heavy. Then, the corner of Damien's mout

aper. "Very well. We let them whispe

lked down the length of the table toward me. My breath hitched as he stopped directly behind my chair. The overw

from my ear. "There is a Pack chari

pulse suddenly hammer

is voice dropping to a magnetic, dangerous octave. "Dress

gh fingers casually brushe

ht to my core. My breath caught in my lungs, my eyes widening in shock. The sheer,

dangerous. And my supposed "safety

embling in his wake. I stared at the empty doorway, my heart racing, a n

rrified maid tremb

e reddest dress in New York. And tell my driver to prepare the car. I need to