ANOKAI’S POV
I stared at Melissa, wondering if the moon goddess herself had decided to personally torture me by assigning this woman as my guard. Of all the people in the pack, hundreds of women, guards, anyone—they’d chosen her.
The woman who’d threatened to wear my skin.
The woman who looked at me like I was a stain on her perfect world, and was now smiling at me with a saccharine sweetness that made my skin crawl.
“So,” Melissa said, examining her perfectly manicured nails, “where would you like to go today, Anokai? The alphas have put me in charge of your… entertainment.”
The way she said entertainment made it sound like a death sentence.
I glanced at Rissa, who stood near the door looking uncomfortable, then at Basil, whose expression remained carefully neutral. Neither of them
