Rhea POV
Every time I managed to gather a little courage to ask for help, something always interrupted me. After thinking long and hard in the shower, I had finally gathered enough courage to ask Dorian for help with Pedro.
He was an Alpha—and a cruel one. It would’ve been easy for him to solve that problem for me. But maybe this was all a sign for me to just shut up.
I sighed as Isa walked in, and Dorian’s attention instantly shifted to her.
“Good morning, Alpha,” she greeted sweetly, dressed in an expensive-looking tracksuit that hugged her curves. Wasn’t it too early to be this dressed?
At that thought, my gaze flicked to the wall clock, and a soft gasp escaped me when I saw it was already past nine. Her eyes then landed on me, and a knowing, almost pitiful smile touched her lips.
