NATALIA
I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the maid’s quarters, smoothing down the skirt of my dress. The hallway stretched out in front of me, silent and faintly lit. My heart raced with every step, though I kept my expression calm. The weight of this moment was not lost on me. This wasn’t just about thanking Luna Martha and Alpha Julius—it was about seizing an opportunity.
When I reached their door, I paused, raising my hand to knock. A soft, muffled voice from inside beckoned, “Come in.”
I opened the door, stepping inside with a polite smile. Alpha Julius stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, while Luna Martha sat on the edge of a plush armchair. They both looked up at me, their expressions warm but curious.
“Thank you for the clothes,” I began, my voice sof
