Selene's point of view

The area was softly lighted, with the warm white spotlights, flickering shadows on Selene's penthouse's velvet-draped walls. She perched on the edge of her chaise lounge, her manicured nails tapping rapidly across the rim of her wine glass. As the tempest of ideas were swirling in her head, as she sip the red wine in the glass.

Marcus had never been colder. Detached, and so distant and the only reason I can see apart from work and his role as Alpha was her.

Lily.

As the name came to mind, Selene's jaw tightened. The fact that Lily had returned after a two-year absence, upsetting all Selene...