"You are a slave to me, and that is all you will ever be."
Her words echoed in my mind like a curse I couldn’t shake off. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I sacrificed, that sentence always came back: sharp, cruel, and final.
Rita Bernard.
The Alpha’s daughter. My childhood love. My forbidden dream.
Even when I was still scrubbing the Bernard mansion floors, I would steal glances at her from the shadows. She was light: everything radiant, beautiful, untouchable. I admired her from afar, never daring to step too close. I knew my place. I wasn’t just beneath her; I wasn’t even on the same map. I was her slave.
She used to smile so freely, so brightly. That smile was the most beautiful thing in the world to me. But it was never meant for me, it was always meant for William. Her
