Nadine's POV
I sat in my chamber, staring at the vial bottle Danika threw at my face. The room smelled of lingering sandalwood and in a way, it reminded me of Danika. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought aside. I don't have time to waste thinking about her. I know she will be back. She will crawl back on my bed.
The thought of Nadine daring me back at the cell gnarled at me. I needed control.
With measured precision, I reached for the cup of wine on the table and took a slow sip before speaking to the guards outside the door. "Bring Nadine from the dungeon."
The guards hesitated. One of them, a muscular, heavily buill man with a thick scar running down his jaw, exchanged a glance with his companion before nodding. "Yes, Alpha."
I barely acknowledged them as they left. My mind was e
