Aria's POV
The lobby smelled of marble polish, coffee, and fear, my fear.
"I'm here to see Nathan Hemsworth," I told the receptionist in a voice that appeared steady. I could hear the tremor underneath it and feel my wolf pacing in my chest.
The woman blinked, clearly startled by the sight of me. I was a slightly soaked mess, clutching my baby close to my chest.
She picked up the phone.
"Mr. Collins," she said, lowering her voice. "There's… a strange woman here. She won't say why, just insists on seeing Alpha Nathan. Oh, and she's holding a baby — looks about eight months old."
A strange woman. My lips curled before I could stop them. Again, I wasn't surprised that I was unrecognizable. I have become entirely different from how I used to be.
From the faint hiss of static, I caught
