Nyxia’s POV
I heard every word.
“You wanted me to marry her, so I did. And now she’s mine. So stay the f**k in your limit.”
Dominico’s voice echoed through the door, harsh and biting. My stomach twisted in knots, and I clenched my fists as I tried to process what I had just heard.
He was right. I’d been furious at Dominico, blaming him for everything, when in reality, it had been Alaric pulling the strings. The head of the pack. The Alpha. The man I had foolishly thought was the “nicer” brother.
How could I have been so stupid?
The maid entered the room, oblivious to my inner turmoil, and began preparing me for the gala. She drew a warm bath scented with honey and milk, scrubbing my skin until it felt like I was shedding layers of guilt and anger. But no amount of pampering could was
