I shouldn’t have been listening.

The low, rough sounds coming from the study were unmistakable. A woman’s soft moan. The heavy thud of a body against the desk. A deep, guttural growl that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.

My father’s closest friends were here again.

Three of them this time. Alphas. Older. Powerful. Men who had known me since I was a child and who now looked at me like they had never seen a girl before.

I stood in the dark hallway of my father’s estate, barefoot in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs, heart hammering so hard I could...