Camilla Pov.
I kicked the chair across the room, the sound of it scraping against the floor like a scream. My fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of the vanity, shoving everything off in a violent sweep. Perfumes. Hairbrushes. Lipsticks. They crashed to the ground with a deafening thud, the sharp clatter echoing in the empty room. I didn’t care.
Why wouldn’t he see me? Why was he rejecting me, over and over? I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My chest was tight, each breath shallow. Nikolai. That damn man. He was everything I wanted, everything I needed, and yet he kept pushing me away.
For as long as I could remember, I have always him. I have imagined him being my husband and the Alpha of this pack. Damn, I'll do anything for him but he prefers to act like
