Dravina POV

We ate mostly in silence, the quiet punctuated only by the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain. No one spoke, and I was content to stay invisible.

When dessert was served, Alpha Malrik’s gaze shifted to me. His expression gave nothing away, but the weight of his attention was unmistakable.

“I’d like to show you around the estate tonight, if you’re willing,” he said. His voice was measured, firm but not without a warning beneath the surface. “Unless, of course, you ...