Blinded by tears, Arda barely noticed her surroundings until the guard carrying her kicked open a door and set her firmly on her feet. Without a word, he backed away, stepped out, and shut the door behind him.
The sharp click of the lock jolted her. She rushed to the door and twisted the handle, but it didn’t budge. She was locked in.
Swallowing a sob, Arda wiped her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, but it didn’t feel dry enough. Frustrated, she yanked up the hem of her pajama top and scrubbed her cheeks. When her vision finally cleared, she turned and let her eyes sweep the room for the first time.
It wasn’t what she had expected.
Given the Alpha’s imposing presence, she had braced herself for a room as cold and harsh as him—bare walls, no personality, maybe even chains.
