Mark's POV
On the top floor, the air was filled with the fragrance of roses. They were in full bloom as if hosting a party that only I could perceive.
I stepped onto the ground covered with petals, my gaze drawn to a woman sitting in front of a black piano.
As the son of Justin, the Alpha of the Amber's Eye Pack, I inherited the sharp senses of the werewolves.
Yet, amidst the floral aroma, I detected something extraordinary.
She wore a black evening gown adorned with rose patterns along the hem, blending seamlessly with the blossoms around her. The gown bestowed upon her an air of elegance and enigma.
Her skin emitted a radiant glow in the dim light, pulling me in without me even realizing it.
As her soft fingertips landed on the last note on the piano keys, the music abruptly stopp
