Kristen
Ezra’s pack house was simple on the outside but full of understated luxury and elegance on the inside. I could feel the stares following me as we moved through a labyrinth of hallways and stairwells. The Alpha’s suite was like its own spacious apartment, with everything except a kitchen. There was a sitting room with comfortable leather couches, a master bedroom with another huge, custom made bed, and a bathroom even more magnificent than the master ensuite at the town house in Rutberg.
Spirko appeared (seemingly out of nowhere, as always) and deposited my suitcase in the walk-in closet. And then, with a fist over his heart and a slight inclination of his head, he disappeared out the door again.
“I know it will take some getting used to,” Ezra said, drawing me into his embrace.
