Mira arrived at the Vale ancestral manor at exactly eight o'clock.
The house loomed before her—old stone, creeping ivy, windows that glittered like watching eyes. She had walked through those doors a hundred times before, each time telling herself that this visit would be different. That she would finally earn their approval.
Tonight, she walked through them with empty hands and a heart full of cold fire.
Her relationship with Adrian's parents had never been warm.
In the beginning, they had been pleased enough. Their son had secured a high-born Alpha daughter, the heiress to the Sterling fortune. They had toasted the engagement with expensive champagne and made grand speeches about unity and legacy.
The kidnapping. Three days vanished from the world.
Everyone knew the t
