The month following Fiore's failed escape passed in a strange, suffocating haze. Lance, ever consumed by his duties, rarely returned to their shared room—if it could even be called that, leaving the space feeling more like Fiore’s own.
A month had gone by, and she hadn’t dared to make another attempt at escape. Dominic, Lance’s loyal Beta, had made sure of that. Wherever she went, he was there, a silent shadow that followed her every move.
When she woke up, he was already positioned outside, leaning against the wall or sitting in a chair, his eyes always on her. When she went to sleep, she knew he would be there, ever vigilant. It was maddening.
Was he really a Beta, or just a lapdog wagging his tail at Lance’s every command?
The Alpha, on the other hand, was preoccupied with preparati
