Irina’s POV
My head snapped toward the door. Julie stood there, leaning against the frame with a smirk that didn't reach her cold eyes. She looked utterly out of place in the stark, masculine room, like a poisonous flower blooming in a field of granite. She pushed the door closed behind her with a soft click, sealing us in.
“Well, well, well,” she purred, taking a few steps into the room. “Look at you. All tucked up in the Alpha’s own bed.” Her gaze swept all over the place before landing on me in the bed. “Quite the upgrade from a maid's cot, isn't it? I must say, I'm impressed. I knew you were a cunning little snake, but I didn't think you had it in you to land the biggest fish in the sea by playing the wounded dove."
Theia, who had been cowed and silent after Aiden's departure, surge
