Hannah’s POV
The mansion's heavy doors creaked open, their sound pulling me from my swirling thoughts. I stood by the entrance, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, the weight of the newspaper still pressing against my palm. Every second of waiting had been torture, the minutes dragging on endlessly as I paced the grand foyer. Now, hearing his footsteps echo against the marble floor, I turned toward him, every ounce of composure threatening to unravel.
There he was—Alpha Cedrick. His presence filled the room like it always did, his tall figure commanding attention even in silence. For a fleeting moment, I caught myself staring at him, at the way his dark hair was slightly disheveled, the crease of exhaustion lining his brow. He looked tired, perhaps even burdened, but that only stok
