Bowing her head, Sofia followed them inside.
Damien didn't look at her. He didn't acknowledge her presence at all. Instead, he smiled at his uncle and gestured for him to join him upstairs, leaving Sofia standing alone in the living room.
As Damien and his uncle turned to leave, Alaric paused. He looked back. His gaze settled on Sofia, sharp and unreadable. For a brief second, their eyes met. A strange chill ran down her spine, and Sofia quickly looked away, swallowing hard. She didn't understand why his stare unsettled her so deeply—but it did.
She had never met Alpha Alaric before, but she knew him through Damien's stories. Damien spoke of him with respect, even admiration. Alaric had been the one who trained him, the one who shaped him into the Alpha he was.
But there were other stories too.
Rumors claimed that Alaric was ruthless. Cold. A man who rarely smiled and never forgave easily.
Fear crept into Sofia's chest.
What if Damien told him everything?
