I opened the door to find Isabella standing in the hallway, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant bun and wearing a deep blue dress that complemented her olive complexion. She looked every inch the perfect Alpha's mate that the elders wanted me to marry.

"What do you want, Isabella?" I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation. "I'm busy and you should come back later."

"No," she said firmly, then slid past me into the suite.

"So this is her," Isabella said, her eyes finding Aurora through ...