Rita’s POV
He stood there, tall, bare, powerful. For the first time, Daniel wasn’t the Omega boy everyone mocked. He wasn’t the servant boy we tossed tasks to like scraps of food. He was a beast. A force. An Alpha in every sense, except in my heart and the eyes of of the public.
The moment he shifted, the crowd fell into a hush like the world itself had forgotten to breathe. No one dared speak. No one dared move. Even William: bleeding, humiliated, jaw clenched in fury, had no words.
Daniel’s wolf was massive, his fur darker than the midnight sky and his eyes... they burned. Not with rage. Not with arrogance. But with something deeper. Purpose. Power. And pain.
Then he shifted back.
And suddenly, the awe turned awkward.
He was naked. Vulnerable. But nobody offered him clothes. Nobody
