Clara’s POV
We were escorted through the opulent lobby by hotel staff who clearly knew exactly who Darius was. They bowed and scraped, calling him "Alpha" with deep respect and what looked like a healthy dose of fear.
Our room was on the top floor, a spacious suite with a stunning view of the surrounding mountains. The staff deposited our luggage and left us alone with promises that anything we needed would be provided immediately.
The silence that followed their departure was deafening.
I watched Darius walk to the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the view. The gentle, charming man from the car ride was gone. In his place stood the warlord, calculating and cold.
"Darius?" I said quietly. "Are you still upset with me?"
He turned slowly, and the look he gave me
