Naida sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the silver knife in her hands. The blade gleamed under the dim lamp light, sharp and familiar. After last night—after Modric had f****d her on that table like he owned her body and soul—she hadn’t slept. His c*m had dried on her thighs by the time she got home. Her p***y still felt tender, aching in a way that made her both furious and shamefully wet again at the memory.
She hated how much she wanted more.
“Naida!” Her father’s voice barked from the main room. “It’s time.”
She sheathed the knife and joined him. Elias Knight looked at her with those cold eyes, a rare hint of approval on his face. “The Alpha’s been spotted near the old mill. We’re using you as bait. He wants you. We’ll use that weakness against him.”
Her stomach twisted. “Bait
