Ready or Not

As Zayn stepped into his house , the familiar scent of polished wood and old money greeted him. He had been restless all day, the encounter with Aurora still lingering in his mind, though he’d never admit to anyone how much it actually bothered him. He was Zayn, the Alpha, the one who called the shots. But somehow, the thought of Aurora’s defiance gnawed at him, no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.

As he walked into the spacious living room, his younger sister, Isla, was waiting for him. She was perched on one of the plush couches, her brows furrowed with a mix of concern and curiosity. Isla had always been the more empathetic one between the two of them, and it didn’t surprise him to find her waiting.

“Zayn,” Isla greeted him, her tone serious. “We need to talk.”

He raised an eyebrow, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair. “About what?”

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she handed him a piece of paper that had been sitting on the coffee ta