Ivy could hear every word.

From her hiding spot in the attic, she sat perfectly still, eyes closed, her wolf’s hearing stretched to its limit. Every sound downstairs was clear, footsteps, shifting chairs, even the slow creak of the wooden floor beneath their father’s weight.

Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from the realization of who was below.

Her father.

The Alpha.

The man who rarely left the palace. The one so protected, so powerful and the one who her sole goal was to destroy, ...