Viktoria POV
Before the woman can say what she means, before the words can even leave her lips, there’s a sharp knock on the doorframe.
I turn around slowly, my stomach sinking. Standing there are two guards from the Alpha's residence. The sight of them makes bile rise in my throat. By now, I’ve grown used to guards showing up like shadows in my life. They’ve become the heralds of my misery.
Every time I see them, I see Marco.
And all the pain that name carries. What is is it this time?
I straighten and fold my arms. “Please,” I say bitterly, before they can open their mouths, “whatever it is you have to say, don’t bother. I’m not helping the Alpha or anyone in his house ever again.”
One of the guards clears his throat, glancing uneasily at the headmistress. “The Alpha requires you
