*Gemma*

“Throne room?” I questioned, tempted to laugh. Volatile and pompous Alpha.

Raisa ignored me and rushed to hide the bag and tidy the dresser. She was an absolute disaster. And I needed to help.

“Raisa. Raisa. Stop, stop, stop.” I walked into her path and caught her shoulders. I just noticed her smeared makeup and streaks of kohl down her cheeks. “Let’s just sit down, okay?”

I guided her to the vanity, gently pushing down ...