Alexander:
I watched Serena leave the room with Helena and found my eyes lingering on the closed door longer than they should have. She had looked irritated, which, given the news she’d been given, felt almost predictable.
She had discovered I had a son and that his mother had once been one of my favorites; irritation was a reasonable response for her, and for reasons I could not entirely name, it suited her.
My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Mate, he insisted, and I told him to be quiet.
This had nothing to do with Serena, I told myself. At least, that was the story I kept repeating.
A few moments later the door opened again and Helena stepped back inside alone. She closed it behind her and met my gaze without preamble.
“Why are they here?” I asked. “Doesn’t she know that she should
