Veronica POV
“You are not washing me!” Veronica snapped, picking up the tea cup that had been waiting for her when she got back, and taking a sip. She instantly felt a bit calmer.
“But Luna, the Alpha wants—”
“I don’t care what the Alpha wants! And stop calling me Luna!” Veronica shouted. She would rather die than let Alaric touch her…but she was running out of options to avoid it—and time.
She took another sip of her tea when her stomach growled. She’d barely eaten during dinner and, it was actually pretty good.
She sighed. What was she going to do? Would anyone even come for her? Would Brax?
Veronica’s shoulders slumped. The answer was no. He wouldn’t come. He—He hated her. The look in his eyes when she’s last spoken to him…but then again, when Alaric had come to take her, he’d b
