Hermosa's POV

That night, I followed the Alpha King back to his pack. I could still feel Raphael's deadly stare behind me as the Alpha King carried me into his car. I reasoned that it was better to stay with a killer than with someone like Raphael. Exhausted, I slept through the drive back to the Alpha King’s compound.

I opened my eyes to unfamiliar ceilings and the scent of fresh flowers—a jarring reminder that I was not in my house, and certainly not in Raphael's.

The morning ...