Aurora’s POV

I was changing the bedsheets in the nanny’s room, feeling the scratchy fabric under my fingers. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang. I flinched and saw Alpha Keith storm in.

He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Aurora!” he barked. “Did you get dog poop on Helen’s bed?”

I just stared at him for a second, not moving, my hands still gripping the sheet. The accusation hit. “What are you talking about?” I replied. “I haven’t left this room all ...