Hannah’s POV
Done with my shower and now wrapped in a soft white towel I found in one of the cabinets, I walked back to the study, holding my clothes in one hand. The towel smelled fresh, unused. Maybe that was a small mercy, considering everything else that had gone wrong today.
I didn’t expect him to be there. My steps faltered the moment I saw Alpha Liam standing next to his desk,l his broad shoulders tense, his profile sharp under the muted light of the room.
Something small and black rested in his hand, but it vanished into the pocket of his sweatpants as soon as our eyes met.
His face was unreadable but his eyes—l the way they dragged down my body and then slowly back up left me rooted to the spot. A shiver raced down my spine, unwanted and completely uninvited. He doesn’t
