Marcus Hidden Agenda.

Lucian and Jackson stride into the packhouse, nodding at the greetings tossed their way.

Their steps echo through the quiet hallway, and as they approach the library door, Lucian's pace falters.

His eyes lock onto a familiar figure stepping out from the hallway that leads to the grand room of the late Alpha Noman... Marcus's new room.

Anna.

Her posture is composed, too composed. She doesn't look startled, nor does she try to avoid them.

Instead, she lifts her chin, smoothing her dress like she belongs there, like she has a right to be coming from that room.

Lucian clenches his jaw and steps forward, forcing himself to keep walking.

He expects her to follow. She always does.

But she doesn't.

That, more than anything makes something tighten in his chest.

Inside the library, Jackson immediately notices his unease.

"What?"