Nina
I come home after a long day, already feeling like my head’s about to explode. The council meeting went as well as I could have hoped, but there’s still this gnawing feeling in my gut. Like I’m walking on a tightrope, one wrong step and everything’s going to fall apart.
I push open the door to my house and stop dead in my tracks. Standing in my living room, with her arms crossed and that tight, judgmental look on her face, is Lydia Davenport.
What the hell is she doing here?
She looks at me with disdain, not even trying to hide it. “Ah, so the mighty Alpha finally comes home,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I close the door behind me, trying to shake off the surprise and frustration. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” I demand, my voice sharp. “This is my terr
