Chapter 7
The dining room was a huge space, the long table polished to a mirror shine, the chairs arranged to perfection.
Elara plopped into her usual seat at the head of the table, crossing her legs so the robe fell open just enough to flash the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
The scent of beef stew and fresh bread filled the air, but underneath it, I caught something else… something dark and musky. Him.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up a second before the door opened.
Alpha Lucien strode in like he owned the f*****g room. His presence filled the space, thick and suffocating, his boots thudding against the marble floor. I kept her eyes down, my fingers trembling as I set the first plate in front of Elara.
A maid rushed forward to serve him, bending at the waist, her dress
