Contracted Mate To Alpha Konan
I eyed her hair, noticing the change immediately.
"What happened to your hair?" I asked.
"Nothing," she replied casually. "I needed a hair change."
Freya had dyed her hair from its usual black color to auburn. The red added intense rust-colored highlights. She looked so different.
"You were almost not recognizable," I said.
She chuckled.
"So," she began playfully, but I could tell she was looking for answers.
"I heard you got yourself a new house guest—one that showed up half dead. Quite the drama, huh?!"