The house was quiet as Jasmine stepped into her chamber, the weight of the day still lingering in the air. She undressed with slow, deliberate movements, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her pale skin. The silk sheets beckoned, but something was off.... she could feel it in the pit of her stomach, the sensation that tonight wouldn't be like the others.
Her fingers traced the edge of the window frame, the cool night breeze teasing the curtains. Outside, the moon hung low, veiled behind a haze of clouds, its presence both soothing and ominous.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. She didn't need to turn; she knew who it was. Roger. The Alpha. His scent—earthy, musky, dangerous... carried on the air before he even stepped into the room.
He didn’t knock. The door
