She didn’t bother knocking. Of course not. She moved like wind through cracks, like she belonged anywhere she pleased.

“Quite the little home you’ve made,” she said, stepping into the living room. Her heels echoed against the floor. Her eyes roamed the space, then landed on the unmade bed. “How…domestic.” She concluded.

“Leave,” I said firmly but not with my Alpha tone.

She smiled, slowly and venomously. “I just wanted to see how far the human woman has ...