DARIUS POV

"What are you doing here at this late hour?"

Darius stood stiffly by the large steel door entrance that led to his room of naked paint collections, his hands folded at the side and his brow raised as he watched the small figure in the lit-up room.

It was her, his mate, the beautiful and irresistible Brielle Warren.

He'd been upstairs, by the hallway rather, sipping a glass of chilled wine when he noticed the figure waddling around the mansion, and then she'd entered this space, ...