The number one rule at Blackmoon Estate was simple: never enter the Alpha’s quarters without permission.
Lina had heard it a hundred times since starting as a maid two months ago. The other staff whispered it like a prayer. Even the head housekeeper lowered her voice when mentioning Alpha Ronan’s wing of the mansion.
But the laundry had been urgent. The storm was getting worse. And someone had spilled wine across the Alpha’s custom silk sheets.
So she’d told herself she’d be quick—just in and out. No one would know.
But she hadn’t counted on the scent.
Or the growl.
Or the fact that Alpha Ronan was still inside.
She was halfway through pulling the last set of sheets off the bed when the door behind her creaked open.
She froze.
Her breath hitched.
The scent hit her first—dark musk
