The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 255

Callum’s eyes widened. I didn’t know whether to hold his gaze or look away, but there was nowhere to turn my head. He reached out and pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned closer, studying my eyes. His nostrils flared again.

I couldn’t tell if he was going to kiss me or bite me.

Maybe a traitorous little part of me wanted both.

But then, suddenly, the water in the bathroom shut off. I heard the sound of sniffing, like a dog scenting tracks.

Callum and I both whipped our heads toward the closet door.

“Hm… I smell an Alpha,” I heard Ambrose coo. His footsteps approached the closet with painstaking slowness. One, two, three. Then, they stopped outside the door.

My stomach dropped. Before my wolf could wake, I pushed away from Callum, separating us entirely. My exposed skin suddenly went cool, but it wasn’t enough. I screwed my eyes shut and shoved my wolf down as hard as I could.

The scent faded like a switch had been flipped, leaving behind only mothballs and dust.

Ambrose sniffed the air a moment longer. I could see his form moving through the slats, could see his reflection in the mirror behind him. He was reaching for the door handle. Just one more inch and he would—

“Ambrose? Darling?” a soft voice suddenly rang out.

Ambrose turned. His bride walked into the room and looked around. “What are you doing? It’s almost time for the pre-ceremony prayer.”

“Nothing.” Ambrose smoothed down his jacket and guided his bride out of the room. “Let’s get back down there. Don’t want to be late for our wedding night.”

Callum and I didn’t dare move a muscle for at least two minutes after the door shut behind them. Only then, once we were certain they weren’t coming back, did we poke our heads out. The room was empty again.

I stepped fully into the room, savoring the fresh air compared to the stuffiness of the closet. Callum moved over to the door and peeked out. “They’re gone. We should go before they come back.”

“Wait.” I walked over to the bed and peered at the markings again. Callum stared at me as I knelt down beside the bed and looked underneath, just like Ambrose had.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something.” My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I spotted it: a length of what appeared to be rope lying under the bed. I pulled it out, then stood, holding it up to the headboard.

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