Chapter 20

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood outside the grand double doors of the study in the pack house. With a trembling hand, I raised it to knock, my knuckles tapping against the wood. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, heightening my nerves. The weight of the moment settled on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me inside.

The door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Pierce, Weston's mother. Her stern expression mirrored the unease that churned in my gut. She motioned for me to enter with a curt nod, as if I were a rabbit. I stepped forward, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. As I crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood filled my senses, reminding me of previous visits to the pack house. I had always cleaned his room but never will the Alpha order the Queen inside it. Never being in their presence has always been a success for me. Going unnoticed has always been the goal. And there right now, I find myself in the jaws of d