Lucian’s Mansion
Isla stood outside Lucian’s massive mansion, her emotions a whirlwind of anger, frustration, and the faintest tinge of nervous anticipation. The ride over had been a blur.
Lucian had sent a sleek black car and a driver, no doubt to ensure she couldn’t back out. Despite her protests, Bree had insisted she “look presentable,” shoving her into a form-fitting black dress and heels before practically shoving her out the door.
“You’re meeting the Alpha, not grabbing groceries,” Bree had said with a smirk. “Make him regret messing with you.”
Now, standing in front of the towering entrance, Isla wondered if coming here was a mistake. The grand door opened before she could knock, revealing a neatly dressed maid with a polite but guarded smile.
“Miss Isla,” the maid said, incl
