Isabella finally emerged from Rose’s room after what felt like hours of deep sleep. Her body was rested, but her mood… not so much. The last thing she wanted was to run into Killian. Husband or not, she wasn’t about to share a room with him. Alpha or not, she didn’t owe him anything.
The hallway was quiet—until she noticed a tall man with a broad, muscular build standing right outside the room’s door.
He straightened the moment she appeared, bowing slightly in acknowledgment. She offered a brief nod and walked straight toward the kitchen.
But then she heard his footsteps behind her.
She stopped, confusion flickering across her face, and turned. “Excuse me… why are you following me? Do you need something?” she asked softly, her brows knitting together.
He bowed again. “No, Luna. I’m G
