Troubled by the professor’s call, Arda poured herself into her thesis that evening.
Seated at the table in the Alpha’s bedroom, she tried to focus on writing the first chapter of her work. With her research materials finally at hand, it should have been easier—or so she thought. But the looming threat of enemy packs hung over her like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive.
After several failed attempts to concentrate, she pushed her chair back with a sigh. Maybe a stroll through the garden would clear her head. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly 7:00 p.m.
She rose and headed for the door. But just as her hand touched the handle, it turned from the other side. She stepped back as Gillow strode in.
He wore casual slacks and a fitted shirt that stretched over his toned arms and bro
