Chapter 24

Omniscient POV As Darius pushed open the door to his house, the soft strains of music drifted toward him. It was his favorite piano piece, Autumn Whisper by Richard Clayderman. “Alpha Darius, you're back,” a voice greeted him. In the dimly lit room, no lights were on, but a figure stood in the shadows, smiling at him. It was Isolde. The long table in the living room was set with flickering candles, filling the air with a sweet scent that mingled with the rich aroma of steak. The steak was Darius’s favorite, and the smell alone made his mouth water. Wine glasses filled with France’s finest red wine completed the scene. Isolde gracefully approached him, wearing a backless evening gown. The way the fabric flowed as she walked was mesmerizing. It had been a long time since he’d seen her dressed like this. “Alpha Darius, do you remember what day it is today?” Isolde extended her hand, taking his coat as she guided him toward the table. “What day?” Darius’s face remai