Drusilla moved around Arielle, practically glowing with excitement. “My lady,” she said with a grin she couldn’t hide, “I have to say it, you look dangerously good in that shirt. It’s far too big on you, yet somehow it makes you look even more beautiful.”

She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “And the Alpha’s scent on your skin… it suits you. You smell radiant—like something shifted, like the mark changed you overnight.”

Arielle felt the heat rush to her face. "Oh, ...