CHAPTER ELEVEN
“So you're telling me that Evan's father—the King, I mean the Alpha King—not only freed you of all charges but also made a request for you to protect his son?” Stella asked.
I nodded.
“But it doesn't make any sense,” Stella said.
Well… it didn’t. And that was exactly what scared me.
It was Saturday morning. We were lying in my room, me sprawled lazily across the bed while Stella flipped through a clothes magazine with full concentration. I had pleaded with her—or maybe I had just convinced myself—to give my dressing a chance. If I wanted to change, then it had to start from how I looked. And as expected, Stella had taken that as a personal mission.
She had gone through one magazine after another in just minutes, selecting tens of outfits—each one classier than the last
