Layla POV
I closed the door behind myself and walked along the hall way, I was a little tired but I was glad I had this out of the way.
The hallway path stretched out in front of me, the polished stone floors gleaming, and a maid bowed to me before hurriedly retreating into a side door that likely led to good kitchen.
My father’s words about the mating ceremony were still echoing in my mind, filling my thoughts with a tangled web of questions.
Who was this Alpha Damon Blackwood, and why had Melody—or her family—agreed to such an arrangement?
As I neared my room, the faint drag of hurried footsteps reached my ears. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was —Pearl, she approached me with a wide smile and me a relieved expression.
“Lady Melody!” she exclaimed slightly out of bre
