Katia ran through the corridors, her heart pounding hard against her chest. The burgundy gown Serena had given her rustled against the marble floors, the gold jewelry glinting in the moonlight as she fled.
Behind her, she could still hear Alpha Dylan's drunken shouts echoing through the estate's halls.
"Come back here, you damn girl!"
She didn't look back. She didn't slow down.
Her chest hurt. Her legs were getting tired. But she kept running, turning one corner after another, frantically looking for an exit, other people, someone who could help her.
And then she saw him.
A tall figure stood at the end of the corridor, his back to her. Wide shoulders. Dark hair. The unmistakable style of a royal military coat.
In that moment, Katia didn't think. She didn't worry abou
