Rebecca's pov
It was decided. I was leaving. Escaping his grasp.
Waking up today, I felt like the shittiest person alive. My body was betraying me, every inch of it aching, craving his touch like an addict needing their next fix. It disgusted me. For an entire week now, this yearning had consumed me, day after day, morning after morning. Yet he had disappeared. No explanations. No apologies. Just silence.
The memory of our last encounter burned like a cruel brand in my mind. His kisses had been fire against my skin, searing away every rational thought. For a fleeting moment, I’d dared to believe that his touch could erase the pain of his betrayal, that it might rewrite the cold, brutal orders he’d issued to his Beta. But I was a fool.
I rolled over in bed, clutching my pillow tight aga
