Chapter 27

• Eleanor:
• “So, now this place is yours?” I asked, growing curious about the story of the beautiful garden that I was in.
• “Yes,” Alpha Killian said, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked by my side. “She used to love coming here and was sure to have a print on everything that was in the garden. You can imagine that she was even monitoring the men as they built her stable. I didn’t blame her though, it was her thing and she aimed to make it perfect.”