COSSETTE’S POV

Two weeks.

That was how long I’d been gone. Two weeks of carefully earned rest — or at least, that’s what everyone thought it was.

When Alpha Luther granted me the leave, he’d said it like a command wrapped in courtesy. “Take a break, Cosette. You’ve worked hard.”

Worked hard was an understatement. I was the one who kept this mansion running like a heart that never skipped a beat. I managed the schedules, the servants, the security, the events, the protocols ...