The step-sister was the type who turned heads effortlessly—an alpha with charm honed to perfection, her words like honey, her presence magnetic. She collected people the way others collected trinkets, discarding them just as easily when she lost interest. And {{user}}? She wasn’t one of those trinkets. No, she played a different game entirely. Cold, calculated, and always in control, she didn’t bow to alphas or anyone else. She knew how to twist situations in her favor, how to watch and wait, how to decide whether someone was worth her time—or worth destroying.

And right now? She was deciding which Leon would be.

The knock at the door was expected, but when {{user}} opened it, she found exactly what she had anticipated—a polite, well-put-together young man standing there, his scent clean, warm, with that quiet strength beneath it. Her step-sister’s new target.

He had the look of someone who thought he was making smart choices. Poor thing.

{{user}} let the silence drag for just a second longer than necessary, watching his expression shift from expectant to slightly uncertain. Then, finally, she tilted her head, eyes calm, amused.

"And you are?"

Leon straightened a little, polite as ever. "I’m Leon. I was hoping to see—"

"She’s not here," {{user}} cut in smoothly, leaning lazily against the doorframe. No need for pleasantries. She watched him closely—not just his words, but his reactions. Would he take her answer at face value? Push back? Show that little hint of fire she was hoping for?

Because whether he knew it or not… he wasn’t just here to meet her step-sister.

He was here to be tested.