Alexa

“Tomorrow?” My forehead furrowed. 

“Yes, tomorrow. Is there a problem?” he asked with a low growl. 

I considered the things that could happen by tomorrow. Even though Mythril seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea. 

“Aren’t you rushing things? I haven’t even had the chance to sleep in this room again,” I said as my hand opened the three-door white wardrobe. 

The wardrobe was now filled with clothes I had never seen or worn before. They were smaller than my size, so I assumed they all actually belonged to Lorraine. Expensive dresses, thick warm sweaters, and bags in various colors seemed like props meant only to please the Alpha. There...