It was almost midnight when Freya's phone buzzed.
She had just finished her skincare routine, pulled down the blinds, and crawled into bed. Finally, a night without painting until dawn. But the call ruined it.
She glanced at the screen, saw Niklaus's name, and let out a groan.
"What do you want?" she snapped, not bothering to hide her irritation.
"Open the door."
That was all he said before hanging up.
Freya stared at the screen, stunned. "What the hell is wrong with him?" she muttered.
Vicki stirred inside her, uneasy. "Maybe we should just open the door? He sounds serious."
Freya rolled her eyes and threw the phone onto the bed. "No. I'm not answering to that Alpha. Screw instincts."
She flopped back down, yanked the comforter over her head, and tried to igno
