Raven stood motionless, watching as Cara was dragged away. He lowered his eyes, masking the urgency and restlessness in their depths. As the Alpha of the pack, he couldn’t afford to be soft or let his feelings override his judgment.
Only after Cara disappeared from view did he turn to see Evelyn, trembling in her drenched dress.
Noticing his gaze, Evelyn stepped forward as if wanting to say something—l, but he cut her off immediately, his voice cold,
“Miss Dermot, go back.”
Evelyn froze, her tear-streaked face twisting for a split second, then quickly shifting to a look of wounded innocence.
“Alpha…” she choked out.
“This is my private space. You shouldn’t come and go as you please, it’ll cause misunderstandings.” Raven didn’t let her say another word.
Because she was Aunt Amanda’s
