Aurora’s stomach turned as she slammed the bone-framed window shut.
“Butler! Get that madman out of the territory!”
The butler didn’t hesitate. Within moments, a small team of strong wolf guards had been dispatched. Reviewing the surveillance cameras, they discovered that Liam Shaw had scaled the outer stone wall under the cover of darkness and spent hours wandering through the garden.
Aurora clenched her fists. Seven years of obsessive attention—every anniversary, every birthday—had been meticulously orchestrated by him. She remembered the “Moon Flame Performance” from years ago, when he had worked himself into three sleepless nights for her amusement. Back then, a younger, naïve Aurora might have felt touched. Now, she only felt disgusted.
She dialed his number. The familiar, syrupy
