Layla POV
As I followed alpha Ryder–my supposed father back into the sitting room, my heart raced.
This world was unfamiliar to me as the life I seemed to be living in, it felt like at any moment I could be pushed out of this body and if I was what would I do.
I pushed my anxiety aside and reminded myself to stay composed. I couldn't afford to let myself became irrational whoever Lady Melody was, her father clearly had expectations for her, and I couldn’t risk revealing that I wasn’t her.
Not yet.
The room was warm and inviting, with sunlight finally streaming through large windows and casting a golden glow over the plush furniture.
I heard crackling and I looked to the fireplace where a fire was dying off. My father gestured to a cushioned chair and I sat, folding my hands in my la
