I froze, my hand still on the doorknob, my chest tight. My body wanted to retreat, to vanish into the shadows of my room, but something in the tone of his voice anchored me where I was. I turned slowly, and there he was, leaning lightly against the doorframe, that dark, unwavering gaze fixed on me. His presence filled the small room until it felt suffocating, yet electrifying, as though the air itself trembled under the weight of him.“Alpha,” I said, my voice catching slightly.He did not smile. Not one flicker of humor softened his sharp features. Instead, his eyes drifted to my hand where it hovered against the door, then back up to mine. “Your necklace fell,” he said simply. “I wanted to return it.”I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the small silver chain in my palm. My mother had given it to me, her fingers trembling slightly when she pressed it into mine. It was more than jewelry; it was a memory, a piece of her strength I carried with me. I held it close, almost instinctively
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