JADA'S POV
The door creaked open, and my heart leaped, expecting to see Martina's familiar face. However, my anticipation turned to disappointment when I laid my eyes on him- the Lycan king. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, the anger I felt toward him outweighing any remnants of fear.
I decided to play it cool, pretending not to notice his presence. With deliberate nonchalance, I continued to gently pat Emma and Ethan, who were both on the verge of falling asleep, hoping he'd leave. The room hung heavy with tension as he walked towards my bedside.
He inquired about how my shopping day had gone, and I couldn't help but respond with a curt and concise reply.
"It was fine," I said, my tone flat, trying to keep the conversation as brief as possible.
He didn't seem deterred by my curt res
