Marco POV
Sitting alone in the living room of the Alpha house, I’m staring at my phone and hoping that Viktoria would call me. Even if it is to pick a fight over my command through the headmistress. By now, the headmistress would’ve spoken to Viktoria. She probably knows everything—my complaint, and doesn't believe them. I can picture the moment she heard it, the way her face must’ve turned white with shock, annoyance, confusion, all the things she feels when it comes to me.
I rub my thumb over the screen and wonder if I should call her. Set up the arrangement myself. Or maybe I should wait, and let her reach out. But will she? She’s always been stubborn, even when she pretends she isn’t. She might decide not to call at all just to spite me. Or worse, she might call only to sound clipped
