Scarlett’s POV

The soft knock jars me awake from my thoughts. I sit straighter on the edge of the bed, clutching my robe closed. The door creaks open, and a young maid steps inside, bowing politely.

“Ma’am Scarlett,” she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Alpha Killian sent this for you.”

She lifts a white garment bag from her arms and places it gently on the bed. I stare at it, my heart tightening for reasons I can’t fully explain.

“He… wants you to wear it this ...