Upon our return to the packhouse, I led Noah and Lottie down to the cozy guest rooms nestled on the floor below ours. I paused at Lottie's door, ensuring she felt comfortable and cared for before I turned to leave. She insisted she was alright, though I could sense the weariness etched on her face. "I just need some time," she reassured me softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something deep inside me stirred with concern; I had a nagging suspicion that Lottie had endured years of unspoken torment. Alan had always been the type to turn a blind eye to such darkness, and since Noah had assumed the role of Beta, he hadn’t always been present to shield her from it.
Asher, Noah, and I made our way back toward the office, the corridors echoing with our footsteps. When we reached the door,
