“You didn’t answer when I knocked earlier,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe, though his eyes betrayed his lack of casual intentions. “I came to check that you're doing as told.” Her breath hitched. “I—I didn’t hear you.” His lips twitched, almost amused, but his gaze never wavered. “You didn’t?” Arda took a shaky step back, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself. “Could you—could you at least step out?” “Why?” His voice dropped, low and smooth. “I see no reason why.” At this point, Arda was infuriated. “You’re being rude,” she shot back, her cheeks burning. “You have no right to intrude—and stare at me like this.” He pushed away from the doorframe, taking a deliberate step closer. “I disagree. I like what I see.” His shamelessness dampened her fury, replacing it with rising anxiety. “Alpha,” she warned, but her voice trembled, betraying her fear. He reached her in two strides, his hand brushing a stray drop of water from her collarbone. The touch made
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