As I walk into the dining room for breakfast, I can't help but notice that it's just Isola at the table again. The quiet emptiness feels like déjà vu from last night's dinner when her brother, Alpha Alistair, conveniently skipped the meal, citing work. Apparently, today’s no different.

A flicker of relief courses through me—an uncontrolled sigh that settles low in my chest. I quickly mask it with a neutral expression, careful not to let my emotions show. There's no reason ...