The next morning, I woke up with a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, warming the massive, cloud-like bed. For the first time in two years, I had slept like a baby, completely untroubled by nightmares of the wild or the phantom ache of the broken mate bond.
When I walked out into the living area, Clara was already there, adjusting a vase of fresh lilies.
She offered a polite nod. "Good morning, Miss Elena. I trust you slept well? His Majesty purchased the entire Grand Horizon Hotel first thing this morning. He didn't want ordinary pack civilians or tourists occupying the lower floors and bothering you both during your stay."
My smile widened at the sheer absurdity of his wealth—but it vanished
