Viktoria POV
“No way I’m leaving my bag with you!” I snap, clutching it tighter against my chest. “It’s my property!”
Marco looks at me calmly with a detached expression that used to make me melt, but now only makes me furious.
“I know it’s yours,” he says. “But I’ll need the herbs for when it happens again. I’m not begging, Viktoria. I’m asking. Give it to me.”
I shake my head, my whole body trembling. “You ungrateful, ignorant—”
“Watch your mouth, pauper,” Lucille cuts in sharply. “You’re speaking to your Alpha.”
Oh she didn't just call me that.
I glare at her, but Marco doesn’t even flinch, neither does he stop her. He doesn’t defend me. He just stands there, calm, emotionless, determined to take my bag from me.
“Give it to me, Viktoria,” he says again, his tone final. “And I
