Scarlet’s POV
I pressed my ear to the door, straining for the sound of his footsteps. Anything to tell me he was gone. Instead, a knock jolted me.
“Alpha, are you in there?” Emma’s voice, calm but persistent, came through the wood. Behind her, I heard the small, sing-song tone of her little daughter, Sophia.
With a frustrated sigh, I slipped into my clothes, muttering under my breath. “He’s not here. He just left.”
“Then… can I speak with you? Please?”
I wanted to refuse. I should have refused. But Emma wasn’t the type to give up easily. It was quicker to just hear her out.
Opening the door, I stepped aside. She quickly shooed Sophia down the hall before turning back to me.
“What do you want this time, Emma? What exactly do you think you know about Damien for you to lecture me? How
