Rita’s POV
That same evening, he came.
Daniel.
I didn’t know who gave him permission to step into my wing, much less into my room. The guards had one job, and somehow, they’d failed. Or maybe they no longer feared me now that I was bonded to a slave.
I didn’t want to see him.
I didn’t even want to breathe the same air as him.
Yet, the moment he entered, my wolf stirred. Restless. Alert. My skin prickled like it recognized something my heart refused to accept.
“Why are you here?” I growled, trying to sound fierce even though my pulse betrayed me.
He didn’t answer immediately. He stood there in silence, eyes heavy with guilt.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice low. “About what happened with William. I didn’t mean to let the anger take over. I lost control.”
I scoffed. “Save yo
