Viktoria POV
I wake up disoriented, staring at the strange ceiling, feeling around the strange sheets, my head sunk into the strange pillow.
Once I come to complete wakefulness, I begin to wonder what my place in this house is. Remembering Marco's look from yesterday makes me feel sick inside.
I shower slowly, letting the warm water run over my skin while I think. Should I go to the main house and look for him? Or am I supposed to live here like a ghost—wake up, go to work, come back, sleep, and pretend there’s no Alpha, no Luna, no Lucille, no enemies breathing down my neck? Pretend like I'm a part of the alpha's family when I'm not?
Do I have a role in this house, or am I just . . . here?
My nerves buzz with worry as I get dressed. I sling my bag over my shoulder and step out into
