The day after Evelyn left the pack, Isabelle couldn't wait to have the staff swap out the house's curtains and carpets for styles that screamed her taste.
As dusk settled, Alpha Theodore stepped through the front door, his eyes narrowing instantly.
A few staff members were hauling Evelyn's sandalwood desk out of her study, her favorite pen and books still perched on top.
"What the hell are you doing?" His low, icy voice froze the living room in its tracks.
The staff froze, stumbling over their words. "Alpha Theodore, Isabelle said the lighting in here's perfect for a studio…"
Alpha Theodore's gaze darkened, his tone sharp as a blade. "A studio? And what happens when Evelyn comes back?"
The staff hung their heads, silent. No one dared to answer.
Over the past few days, Isabelle had q
