Zayne POV
The moon hung high above the estate, casting silver bars across the floor of my bedroom. Sleep refused to come. The bond pulsed low and restless in my chest, a dull, aching vibration that tugged east—toward Alexandra, lying in a bed that wasn’t mine.
Every part of me felt wrong without her
A soft click at the door made my wolf stir.
I expected my father. Maybe a guard with word that the Council had fully arrived. Instead, the sharp scent of expensive perfume drifted into the room—floral, sweet, and suffocating.
Michelle.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her with deliberate care. Then, in one fluid motion, she let her silk robe slide from her shoulders.
Underneath, she wore black lace that left almost nothing hidden.
She didn’t look like a girl whose father ha
