#Chapter 12: Claim and Consequence

Amelia I stared at the black car as it pulled up, expecting the Beta or one of the King’s staff to step out. But the driver’s door opened—and it was Richard. “You didn’t send someone?” I asked, surprised. He stepped around the car and took one of the heavier bags off my shoulder. “It’s late. Nathan and the driver are off duty.” I glanced down at my pile of bags and duffels. His eyes followed mine, pausing for a beat longer than usual. One brow ticked upward—surprise, maybe even concern. It was a lot of stuff. More than someone would bring for a quick overnight stay. I could almost see the thought forming in his head: this wasn’t just temporary. Maybe things with my mate really were over. “I can find a motel,” I added quickly. “Somewhere near the pack house. I’ll be working there anyway.” He didn’t look thrilled. “You’re not staying in some roadside motel.” “It might still be nicer than my apartment,” I shot back, half-smiling. He didn’t look thrilled. “There’s a hotel