Auroras POV

Helen screamed the moment I started to drag her into the nanny’s room.

Along the way, her Bichon Frise tumbled from her arms, hitting the floor with a startled yelp before scrambling out of the way.

Helen’s cries echoed down the hallway, sharp and panicked.

Beta James came running after us, shouting, “Aurora! Stop! Let her go!” But his voice was weak, more uncertain than angry.

He tried to wedge himself between us, but I held fast to Helen’s hair, ignoring the frantic way ...