Theresa.
The warmth of the dining lounge stayed with me long after the dinner plates had been cleared away.
Leaving the three Alphas to wrap up their quiet, low-voiced conversation at the head of the table, I stepped down the wide, dimly lit corridor leading toward the primary master suite. The plush dark runners beneath my bare feet cushioned every step, and the quiet hum of the high-rise's central climate control kept the atmosphere soft and soothing.
I walked into the spacious bedroom suite, shutting the double oak doors behind me with a quiet, satisfying click.
The master suite was a sanctuary of dark silk, brushed warm metals, and sprawling glass walls that showcased the distant, sparkling lights of the city skyline. I walked over to the large king bed, kicking off my soft slippers and unbuttoning the oversized cream sweater at my wrists.
Setting my phone face-down on the nightstand without even glancing at the screen, I let out a long, peaceful breath.
