Lorelei

The door clicked shut behind me, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

My room. Safe. Alone.

I leaned against the door, my eyes closed, my heart pounding in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the bond and everything to do with what I'd just done. A successful alpha meeting. Me. Lorelei. The girl who'd spent years being invisible, being furniture, being nothing—had just stared down ten alphas and walked away with exactly what she wanted.

Alpha Henry would ...