Aria Snow POV
The bed was too soft.
I woke up expecting the familiar squeak of my old mattress springs, but instead found myself engulfed in a cloud of Egyptian cotton that smelled of lavender and ozone. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the intricate floral wallpaper and massive mahogany furniture of the Rose Room. It was fit for a princess.
Or a prisoner, a small voice in my head whispered.
Safety first, Aurora, my wolf, murmured. She was pacing restlessly in my mind. This is the Lion’s Den, Little Queen. We are surrounded by Alphas. Never let your guard down.
I showered quickly in a bathroom larger than my entire home bedroom. I didn't linger in the warm water. I dressed in black leggings and a fitted grey tank top, braiding my white hair bac
