lk
d ended-or
rough the frosted windows, I realized life
servants' quarters. The moment my body hit
hday wa
te wa
... he had
t a
urriedly stood and pulled on my plain gray unifo
whispered to myself,
r greeted me as I stepped out, a stark remi
ce resigned myself to the monotony-scrubbing floors, laundering clothes, and ensuring ev
as no d
sloshing with each step. The mansion was a maze of polished wood and mar
refused to sta
the Luna Dowager's icy dismissal, and... the kisses I had never th
te. Alph
a fresh wound tha
he head maid stood with arms crossed, her eyes narrowing
, grabbing the brush wit
reserved for the most trusted servants. Cleaning his quarters al
th traces of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and amber. It s
masculine. A stack of books rested on t
father, the former Alpha. Their smiles were rare but genuine, a
ves, climbing a stool to dust, t
nding there, his towering frame filli
y calm curiosity, as if last night's madnes
ckly setting down the dus
s no recognition in it. It was as if I were a
?" I asked, keepin
s presence both commanding and unner
my work, though my heart race
elpful last night," he said, hi
tened. Did he
st doing my duty." The lie tasted
that once held all the warmth in my world. "Still, I owe you
ould have. The man I had fought so hard to save
ha," I murmured
stool wobbled beneath me. My he
inevitable crash-but before I hit
agnor holding me, his
he said softly, his voice cl
stolen by the sudden proximi
, everything
me, his warmth seeping through
f his heart against mine. His scent, a mix of sandalwood and a
" he murmured, his voice low and tin
m in his gray eyes. The way he gazed at me now-inte
ough my voice betrayed me,
idn't reach his eyes. "Fine, huh?" His grip
, steadying me as he guided me off
have step
put distance
d to move, and nei
lips before I could stop it, a frag
oss his face-recognitio
d of hair from my face. The touch was so gentle,
," he said, his voice bar
eed to. Back when he was going ma
"I should go," I said, stepp
ght my wrist, his grip firm but not unk
t y