VALERIA

"Y-Your Ma—"

"Don’t even think about it," Aldric snapped, his voice sharp, and the man’s lips clamped shut as if glued together.

I had noticed he preferred to keep a low profile, avoiding the mention of his title whenever possible.

The newcomer remained frozen in the middle of the room while the guests at the tables avoided direct eye contact with us—yet it was obvious they were all eavesdropping on the drama.

"Valeria, go to the room," his deep voice ordered, and I nodded, watching him head toward the exit with that wolf who, despite his submissive demeanor, definitely seemed like an Alpha.

I climbed the creaking old stairs up to the third and final floor while the coachman fetched the luggage.

The narrow hallway led to the so-called "largest" room available, as indicated by the number on the key.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, on the verge of pulling my hair out. "I’m screwed."

Sighing, I removed my cloak and glanced around.

A tiny bed was shoved against the wall