As we walk deeper into the Alpha house, I nearly gag.
Ugh.
The place reeks of them—Diana’s cloying scent still clings to the walls like decay. Grace’s scent—bitter and spoiled, just like her—lingers in the air, mixing with the faint musk of Travis.
It’s nauseating. Overpowering. Suffocating.
Instinctively, I move closer to Jack, pressing against his side like I want to crawl under his skin. And gods, I really do. He doesn’t say a word, just lets me cling to him.
Thank the Goddess for his scent—clean, woodsy, and darkly intoxicating. It slices through the stench like a blade, grounding me, keeping the bile from rising in my throat.
“I swear,” I mutter, half-laughing. “If I breathe this in for one more minute, I might start throwing up Grace’s name.”
Jack chuckles, deep and amused, t
