Claiming the Last Alpha She-Wolf

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Chapter 12

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Rhiannon’s Quarters – Velvet Suite

Rhiannon’s POV

I had just finished drying off after the council meeting. All I wanted to do was bathe and wash away the stench from those old dusty clothes, and I did.

The water in the bath had long gone lukewarm, but it had done its job—peeling off the grime, the tension, the last remaining threads of Seraphina’s insult.

I stood in the centre of the room, wrapped in a thick white towel, my hair damp, and my skin still warm from the bath.

My old clothes had dried off on the chair, and the "new" outfit I’d worn to the council meeting was already back in the basket, soaking in suds.

I was considering whether to just lie back and pretend the day hadn’t happened when a sharp knock echoed through the chamber.

Three firm raps. The same rhythm from earlier.

But this time, I didn’t need my nose.