Chapter 63

Ophelia

While Sterling and Nova set up the candles, because apparently spirits enjoyed the “spooky atmosphere”, I couldn’t help but wander around the hollow shell of the home Jude had grown up in.

The longer I looked, the more I learned about Regina Romero.

After the death of Ryker’s mother, Regina had been quick to swoop in and claim Alpha Matteo for her own.

That kind of cold cunning was reflected in the layout of her home, in the pale walls and marble floors, in the expensive furniture hiding beneath the thick layer of dust. Even the chandelier, which held hundreds, if not thousands, of crystals screamed soulless elegance.

What I found most surprising were the framed photographs hanging on the walls and perched on the mantle of the great fire place.

As though there were a tether attached to my chest, to some dark part of me that wanted to know the secrets hidden in these walls, I was drawn to the photos.

Each one was professionally taken, that much was obvious at first glance. The