Lisa froze. Her body went rigid, her wolf bristling on edge, every nerve screaming.
It was Sylvia.
The Alpha matriarch of the Crescent Pack—her presence alone could crush a wolf's spirit. Back when Rowan had still been under his mother's paw, Sylvia had never approved of Lisa. She had hunted her down, forced her into hiding, driven her overseas just to survive.
And now… she was here, storming into the villa.
Lisa's chest tightened as icy fear crawled through her veins.
Then reality struck her like a blow—she was standing in nothing but a thin, fragile layer of lace.
Panic flared. "Arghhh!" Lisa gasped, stumbling backward into the house, trying desperately to cover herself.
Too late.
Sylvia's piercing eyes had already devoured her. Every inch—shameless, exposed. Fury radiated from the older woman like wildfire.
Sylvia's rage clawed at the air around her. She had always said Lisa had no shame—but this? This was an affront she would never forgive.
