The next morning, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Bella, who was in the kitchen, wiped her hands and went to open it, expecting to see Alpha Damien.
But it wasn't him.
Alaric stepped in; his presence was like a sudden drop in temperature. He didn't just walk into the room; he dominated it, his eyes scanning every inch of the apartment with suspicion before they finally landed on Bella.
Bella stood by the door, her heart skipping a beat as she looked him over. "Who is this hot daddy?" she thought, her eyes lingering on his expensive suit and the raw, quiet power radiating from him. He was different from Damien—more refined, but perhaps even more dangerous. Alaric's gaze snapped to Bella, and his lip curled in a slight, involuntary sneer. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice authoritative.
"I'm Sofia's friend," Bella replied, trying to put on her best innocent-waif act. "And who are you?"
