Chapter 43
Varin’s POV
The Beta wing of the house always smelled faintly of wood polish and old books, but tonight, it carried the soft warmth of spiced cider. As I walked down the corridor, I could hear the low hum of voices, laughter mixed with the crackle of a fire. It seemed the Betas were in a celebratory mood.
Good. They’d be more receptive this way.
As I approached the chamber door, I didn’t bother knocking. Formalities weren’t necessary with the Betas—they knew their place, and I wasn’t about to waste time pretending otherwise. I pushed the door open, stepping into a room illuminated by the warm glow of the fire.
Christmas ornaments hanging on every corner.
Marcus sat in his usual high-backed chair, his broad shoulders framed by the flickering flames. Emilia was beside him, h
