Did he really bring me to his den instead of sending me home? My mind spun as I checked myself—clothes intact, thankfully. My shoes, however, were gone, forcing me to tread barefoot over the smooth, polished floors. Every step made me acutely aware that I was in someone else's territory—someone dominant, someone whose scent and presence still lingered in the air like a low hum of power.
I glanced at the clock. Nearly 4:30 a.m., the pack still cloaked in darkness outside. My heart ached with worry—what about my son, Jared? Was my father still watching over him as Elliot had promised? I forced myself to take a quiet breath and descend the grand staircase. The villa was illuminated by wall lights, casting a golden glow on the marble floors and high ceilings. Every step made me feel like an intruder in a majestic, predatory lair.
