ARIA’S POV
The woman’s eyes pierced into me like twin blades, and for a moment the once large space of the kitchen suddenly felt too small.
“Who are you,” she demanded, her voice sharp and clipped, “and what are you doing in my kitchen?”
I blinked, confusion hitting me at her words. Her kitchen?
I stood frozen, the knife still clutched tightly in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest. For a moment I could not find words. My tongue felt heavy, and useless. But then realization struck me like a slap in the face.
Her kitchen... Of course. This had to be her. Alpha Dante’s mother.
I took her in carefully, forcing myself not to shrink under her stare. Wearing a bright red night robe, she stood tall, and proud, with blonde hair that made her look more regal. Her chin was raised, her shou
