The next few days were a strange, intoxicating blend of domesticity and danger. Silas treated me like a queen, showering me with gifts and affection, but there was an undercurrent of tension. He was the Alpha, and as I began to spend more time at the penthouse and the club, the rest of the pack began to notice.
One afternoon, while Silas was in a meeting in his office, a man named Marcus approached me in the gallery. Marcus was one of Silas's lieutenants—lean, sharp-featured, and possessing a gaze that felt like a cold blade.
"So, you're the human," Marcus said, his voice dripping with disdain. "The little pet the Alpha has taken a liking to."
I stiffened, pulling my shoulders back. "I'm not a pet."
Marcus laughed, a dry, hacking sound. "Please. You're a toy. A distraction. Do you real
