POV: Dinah
I don't sleep well that night.
The bed is too soft. The sheets smell like lavender and expensive detergent. Luxury that I am not used to.
My mind circles endlessly. Leo. The check. Cade’s cold eyes.
By the time dawn breaks, I am already up.
When I step out, the house is quietly alive with movement.
The Blackwood Pack runs like a military unit.
Omegas are already moving through the halls, carrying linens and trays. The kitchen is filling with the smell of bacon and coffee.
When I arrived yesterday, their faces were neutral. But this morning, things feel different.
They smell wary. They smell suspicious.
One of them greets me with a stiff nod. “Good morning, Miss Dinah.”
I nod back. “Did Leo eat anything last night?”
“Yes,” the Omega says. “Alpha Cade stayed with him u
