Ember
I slowly move behind the sofa to put a barrier between me and the person opening the door. A man I didn’t expect to see today—or ever again, Goddess help me—steps inside, his green eyes as cold as I remembered them to be.
“Hello, Ember,” Kendrik says, his tall frame filling the space. Fear starts to creep in, and I wonder just who thought it was a good idea to invite my abuser to this ball. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you,” he adds.
“What are you doing here, Kendrik?!” I ask, my eyes locked on the man I never wanted to see again. He just smiles coldly and cruelly as he walks closer to me. His scent invades me, causing my fear and anxiety to grow.
“Now, Ember, is that any way to talk to your alpha?” he asks, his deep voice holding a menacing tone.
“You aren’t my alpha, Ke
