Chapter 11
- Rhea's POV
- The Alpha’s master suite was a massive, gothic fortress of dark mahogany, fur-draped furniture, and roaring firelight. At the center of the room sat a massive canopy bed draped in black velvet.
- I stood near the hearth, shivering despite the heat, watching Jaxon lock the thick oak doors with a heavy brass key. He tossed the key onto a side table, unbuttoning his cuffs with sharp, irritated movements.