Olivia opened the door of the house and saw a room that had minimal furniture. There were two small couches, two ottomans and a table over a rug in the center and a lamp on the side. A few books were strewn on the table and the rug. As she traipsed inside, she saw that there were two more doors that led to another room. An arched window on the opposite wall opened to a lovely vista of snow-capped mountains far in the distance.
"You must be Olivia," a cheery voice from behind came and she snapped her head back.
"Alpha Murtagh!" she said and bowed to him. Standing in front of her was a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and shoulder-length raven black hair. He had fine lines around his eyes that spoke of experience. He was wiping his hand on a cloth and was wearing a kitchen apron over his tunic and pants.
