Dravina POV
We ate mostly in silence, the quiet punctuated only by the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain. No one spoke, and I was content to stay invisible.
When dessert was served, Alpha Malrik’s gaze shifted to me. His expression gave nothing away, but the weight of his attention was unmistakable.
“I’d like to show you around the estate tonight, if you’re willing,” he said. His voice was measured, firm but not without a warning beneath the surface. “Unless, of course, you have something else planned.”
It wasn’t really a question. And from experience, I knew better than to decline an Alpha.
Cassian had made sure I understood what happened when you said no.
So I simply nodded, eyes averted. It was the safest answer.
“Zenovia is still here, Malrikarion. We’re supposed to finali
