CHAPTER 185
The hallway was longer than she remembered, or perhaps it was simply that her senses now parsed every inch of it with a clarity that made the space feel vast.
The air outside the suite was thinner, sharper, and carried the faint, lingering notes of the mansion's long, cold history.
Isabella stood just outside her door, the heavy oak swinging shut behind her. For a moment, she just breathed, her lungs expanding with an ease that felt almost criminal compared to the suffocating anxiety of the last few days.
She began to walk forward. As she rounded the corner toward the grand staircase, she caught a scent that made her pulse skip a beat.
It wasn't Lucian's earthy sandalwood or Clara's herbal bitterness. It carried a thick, musky aroma that undeniably belonged to a wolf
Alaric.
She smelled him before she saw him. The scent was no longer the suffocating, aggressive musk of an Alpha in heat. it had settled into something grounded, though still potent.
