Jessica Lewis
A maid approached us, bowing deeply. “Alpha, your quarters have been prepared.”
Tristan nodded, then looked back at me. “Come.”
It wasn’t a command, not exactly. But there was something final in the way he said it, something that told me I wasn’t meant to go anywhere else.
I swallowed hard, my feet moving before my mind caught up.
Tristan led me through the grand halls of his packhouse. The interior was just as breathtaking as the outside—high ceilings with intricate carvings, massive chandeliers that bathed the space in warm golden light, and walls lined with rich tapestries that told stories of the pack’s long, powerful history.
But even with all its beauty, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong.
This was his world. A world he never told me about.
And y
