Kira’s POV
As soon as I was alone in the guest room, I closed the door gently behind me and leaned against it. The sadness I showed earlier melted off my face like it was never there.
Slowly, a smile spread across my lips.
Finally.
I looked around the room. It was warm, comfortable, filled with the soft smell of roses and fresh sheets. Just like I imagined Dominic’s house would be—perfect.
Everything Dahlia touched always turned perfect.
Her life.
Her clothes.
Her place in the pack.
Her brother—the Alpha King.
And now?
Even her fiancé.
I moved to the mirror and looked at myself, fixing my hair and wiping the last trace of fake tears from my cheeks. It was easy pretending. Everyone always believed the quiet, grieving girl. And yes, my parents were truly gone—but my heart had tur
