Forcing down the ache rising in her chest, Aria walked straight toward Caleb’s private chambers.
“Wait—Lady Lutherford!” one of the servants called hurriedly. “The Alpha instructed that no one should disturb him.”
Aria didn’t stop walking.
“It’s Aria Sinclair now,” she said sharply.
Without hesitation she pushed the door open.
What she saw inside made her stomach twist with disgust.
Caleb stood beside the large oak desk, half dressed.
A woman sat on the edge of the desk before him, barely covered by a thin sheet.
Both of them froze when Aria stepped inside.
The woman gasped in panic before scrambling down and fleeing toward the adjoining room.
Caleb quickly pulled on his shirt while Aria turned her face away in revulsion.
The servant wisely stayed far down the corridor.
Everyone in the estate knew exactly what the Alpha had been doing.
“Aria, what are you—”
His words were cut short when Aria hurled the pouch of gold and the payment slip straight at his chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped.
Her voice trembled with fury.
“Do you find our situation amusing? Do you really believe I would accept money from the man responsible for putting my brother in that bed?”
Caleb sighed heavily.