MARIGOLD POV

I honestly thought I was being dramatic. Really. I mean, who wouldn’t? Alpha Gregor expensive villa, private chef, silk sheets, Alpha Gregor himself hovering like an oversized storm cloud whenever I so much as blinked… it should’ve been paradise. And for the most part, it was. Except for that.

That feeling.

Call me naïve, call me paranoid, call me whatever you like, but my wolf doesn’t lie. Wolves don’t do subtle. When something’s wrong, the hackles rise and the ...