The heavy, soundproof double doors of the master suite closed with a dense, pneumatic thud, sealing Chloe inside the mountain air of the upper east wing.
Down in the subterranean courtyard, the roar of twin V12 engines echoed off the stone walls as the Alphas' heavily armored convoy tore down the estate's winding descent toward the high chambers of the city. Julian and Ethan were gone, leaving behind only the lingering, sweltering scent of cedarwood, ozone, and fresh rain on the fur covers of the platform bed.
Chloe stood by the massive floor to ceiling glass of the master suite, the sleek silver firearm Ethan had given her resting heavily in her right hand. Below, through the dense mountain fog, the North Ridge estate looked like a fortress under siege. Armed guards in tactical gear pat
