Manuel pov

On my way to the stairs, I met Glory descending, her hand brushing the polished rail as her steps echoed softly. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw me, then she paused halfway down, her posture straightening, waiting for me to pass.

“Glory, did Aurora leave her room today?” I asked, my voice was low but edged with command.

She lowered her gaze before answering. “No, Alpha Manuel.”

I gave a curt nod and walked past her.

When I reached Aurora’s door, the sharp ...