Beau guided me through the sprawling hallways of the mansion, and as we walked, I shared the news about the Alpha offering me a position as his assistant at the packhouse. A broad grin spread across Beau’s face; the idea of me spending more time at his home clearly delighted him. However, as I glanced around, I noticed an air of separation within the mansion, divided into distinct sections.
Curiosity pulled my gaze toward a set of imposing wooden doors that loomed at the end of the corridor, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings. It was evident that they were deliberately shut off from the rest of the house. When Beau noticed my interest, he explained with a hint of reverence in his voice that those doors led to the living quarters—the private domain of the Alpha family. I nodde
