VICTORIA

Life inside the walls and outside of them were definitely two different worlds.

Standing at the window of the room I’d been given, I looked out toward the beautiful villas beneath the fortress.

That’s where the werewolves lived—this was Dracomir’s pack and his home.

As soon as he arrived, he had to deal with a thousand things.

I understood his position, and I wasn’t some accessory he needed to keep hanging off his arm all day.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a few carriages arriving in the front courtyard.

They looked like elegant guests.

They were led inside by the staff, and then more carts arrived.

I saw that hypocritical assassin walk out to check the merchandise.

Boxes and boxes covered in satin.

She was considered royalty in my realm, so I could easily say those were finely tailored clothes.

"Well, aren’t you spoiled," I muttered with annoyance.

Knowing all of that was being bought with the money my man handled filled me with such arrogance.

Suddenly, the door to my room