Alina's POV
"Ma'am... Alpha Aiden is here." The nanny's voice was small, her eyes darting toward the door with visible unease. I gave a stiff nod and smoothed my dress, bracing myself before heading down to face him.
Aiden was standing in the center of the foyer. He didn't look like he had just come from a pack meeting; he looked like a man vibrating with a low, dangerous frequency.
"Why did you let that man into your bakery?" His voice was a low growl that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards.
I blinked, genuinely caught off guard. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Alina." He took a predatory step forward, his jaw tight enough to snap. "Lucian came to your shop, didn't he?"
Lucian. So that was his name. It felt strange hearing it for the first time from Aiden's mouth rather than his own.
"Yes, he came in," I said, keeping my voice level and calm. "It's a bakery, Aiden. It's a public space."
