Henrietta barely slept. when she did, her dreams were thin and brittle. It was filled with moonlight, chains, and a voice calling her name in the dark. By the time drawn crept through her window, she was already awake, staring at the ceiling as if it might reveal tomorrow's outcome.
Today was not just another day of captivity.
Today, she would face the man who had decided her fate without ever asking her consent.
She rose before the servants came.
No potion. No food.
Only resolve tightening inside her chest.
By the time the manor stirred to life, Henrietta was already standing by the door, waiting for the Alpha who ruined her present and future.
On the other hand, Gideon had not slept either.
Sleep had abandoned him the moment she spoke his name from the balcony the night before. I
