Freya had been sitting with Samantha, her laughter soft and unguarded, when the door opened. A maid stepped in, her head lowered in deference.
“The Alpha demands to see you,” she said, almost careful not to offend her.
The words landed heavily. Freya’s chest tightened, and the quiet moment she’d been sharing shattered. For days now, she had managed to avoid Logan. They hadn’t spoken since that night on the balcony, when his silence had carried more weight than any words could.
Samantha’s brows lifted slightly, concern flickering in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, though—just gave Freya the faintest nod of encouragement. But Freya’s hands were already clammy, her heart unsettled. She rose, adjusting her sleeves as though the small gesture could steady her nerves. Without a word, she f
