ARIA’S POV
The slam of the office door still rang in my ears when I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. I thought it was over. I thought I was free to slip back into the kitchen, hide behind dishes and trays, and pretend none of it had happened.
Apparently I couldn't even have that much.
Heavy footsteps thundered across the hall. Before I could even turn, Dante stormed into the kitchen, his presence swallowing the room whole. Every maid froze; every clatter of pans stilled. His eyes burned as they locked on me.
“Alpha—” Hannah started, but he didn’t hear her. Or he didn’t care.
His hand closed hard around my wrist.
“Come with me,” he snapped.
“What—” My words broke into a gasp as he yanked me forward, dragging me past the wide eyes of the kitchen staff. My feet stumbled to
