RAFAEL'S POV
My room is intact, just as I left it. Everything in its place.
I unbutton my shirt, slipping into casual pajamas, when the sound of a door creaking catches my attention. Freya steps out of the room, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her skin still damp from the bath. She walks toward me, her gaze lowered.
"The bath is ready, Alpha," she says softly, eyes glued to the floor.
I take a step toward her. One. Two. Three. I'm close enough to feel the quick rise and fall of her chest. She's nervous. I can tell. But hell, so am I. This whole damn situation is one big, confusing haze.
I tilt her chin up, my fingers brushing her skin. There's no spark. No tingling feeling. No purring from Ace. It feels... so damn different. It should be thrilling. I should feel something, but instead
