Sophia
I still wasn’t sure I was seeing things correctly.
Mrs. Ross stood before me, elegant as ever, her familiar warm eyes studying me with disbelief and emotion swirling in them. And beside her was Max.
He seemed older now, his chest, broader, and the way he was carrying himself with a quiet restraint I didn’t remember from before.
They looked out of place in the royal corridors of the West Wing, surrounded by guards, marble floors, and carved pillars bearing the crest of the Alpha King.
Yet somehow, their presence felt… right.
For a moment, none of us spoke. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken memories.
“Mrs. Ross?” I finally breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled,...her soft, genuine smile, the same smile that once made me feel safe when I had nowhere e
