Scarlett's POV
I stood in the center of the guest suite, my arms wrapped tightly around my middle as if I could hold the pieces of myself together.
Alpha Ethan stood by the door, already pulling his shirt back on, though he didn't bother with the buttons yet. He looked at me with an expression that was impossible to read—neither kind nor cruel, just purely calculating.
"I have to check something," he said, his voice dropping into that authoritative Alpha tone that brooked no argument. "Don't be scared. Stay here and don't move around the house. I'll be back soon."
I bit my lip, nodding slowly. The thought of wandering these halls alone, potentially running into the triplets or their fathers, made my stomach churn.
"And Scarlett," he added, pausing with his hand on the handle. He looked back at me, his gray eyes softening just a little. "I'll tell a maid to arrange another room for you. You won't be staying in here tonight."
