Rhea POV
A week after resuming work, I had gone back to fully cleaning the west halls, staying far away from the east wings just as Dorian had instructed. It kept me from running into Maris or even Vivienne. Honestly, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
For that whole week, I hadn’t gotten a single call or text from him. In fact, I’d overheard some maids whispering about the Alpha refusing to leave his chambers. Apparently this wasn’t even the first time it had happened, so it didn’t really bother me.
I was more over the moon about Mom already being discharged and, with the help of the private healer, her health was improving drastically. I’d even started saving for college again.
It all felt almost like a bad dream I’d finally woken from. Almost. Because I knew it was temporary. I was
