The East Suite was a beautiful, sprawling room draped in furs and dark velvet, but it shared a connecting wall with Gotti's master chambers. Nero's room, by Gotti's design, was a corridor away—placing Anita directly in the Alpha's orbit.
Anita settled Nero into his new bed, the boy exhausted from the climb. Once he drifted off, she retreated to her own room, quickly shoving the yellow sketchbook under the heavy mattress. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs when a shadow fell across the threshold.
Gotti stood leaning against the doorframe. He looked like a king of old in this rugged setting, his broad shoulders casting a long, intimidating shadow.
"Do you need something, Alpha?" Anita asked quietly, her hands smoothing her skirt to hide their trembling. He had ignored her for four hours in the car; she hadn't expected him to seek her out the moment they landed.
