Anna's POV
When I wake up, my stomach churns violently. My entire body tenses the moment I see Alpha Dylan sitting on the edge of my bed, holding my hand like we’re lovers or something. Instinctively, I’m about to jerk my hand away from him—but then it hits me.
Wait a minute.
I’m in my room.
Not Beta Chris’s house anymore.
But something's… off. My room looks different now. The bed is larger, the curtains a thick burgundy instead of pale blue, and the furniture—don’t even get me started.
It’s as if someone reached into a Victorian nightmare and redecorated my space. There’s a new painting on the wall, an ancient-looking landscape of wolves and moons. The whole thing reeks of old money and even older taste.
Someone’s definitely been messing around here. But it doesn’t matter. Becaus
