A Night of Forced Proximity
The grand hallways of the mansion felt colder than usual as Lily walked silently, followed by Graham and two maids.
Graham, the ever aggressive beta was quiet tonight as he led the way, his shoes clicking against the marble floor.
The maids trailed behind, occasionally casting curious glances at Lily, who kept her head down, gripping the hem of her sweater nervously.
She didn’t know what she was more afraid of—spending the night in the same room as Lucas and Liam or the implications of what Luna Ariel had said about getting pregnant.
The very idea sent a shiver down her spine.
She clenched her fists tightly, hoping that this night would end without any further humiliation.
Graham stopped in front of a large mahogany door and turned the ornate handle.
