SIENNA’S POV

Never in a million years did I think me, Sienna Monroe, would actually bend my decision because of a stranger’s talk. But here I was — standing in front of a three-panel mirror while Lydia, with her soft, angelic hands and annoyingly gentle voice, circled me with a measuring tape like I was a mannequin.

Apparently, Alpha Luther had ordered an entire custom wardrobe to be designed just for me.

And Lydia said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Alpha ...