Sky’s
The cool night air of the estate usually acted as a balm, but tonight, it felt like a pressurized chamber. I marched toward the west wing, the weight of the leather-bound book in my jacket pocket feeling like a live coal. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, fueled by a cocktail of adrenaline and a mounting, white-hot fury.
I didn't head for the pantry. I didn't head for the safety of my parents' apartment. I went straight for the lion’s den, Zayne’s private quarters.
The west wing was the height of luxury, a stark contrast to the concrete floors and spice-scented air of the kitchen. The hallways were lined with velvet tapestries and portraits of stern-faced Alphas. I didn't care about the rules or the guards. I was a girl with nothing left to lose and a secret that was b
