"An agent for the Alpha." Lady Helena paced the width of her bedroom, pivoting when she reached the carved mahogany fireplace. "What the devil was he doing masquerading as your husband?

Samantha stood beside a window in her grandmother's bedroom, watching as the rising sun chased away the darkness

from the sky above the pack. After Donovan had brought her home, she had come directly to her grandmother's room. She didn't want to be alone with her memories.

"He was investigating me, looking for a way to get close to Father when he discovered the truth about my marriage."

Helena crossed the room, turning when she reached the windows. "And...