Viya's POV
I wasn't that crazy! In these old pack dynasties, nothing enraged Lunas more than such relationships. Margaret already despised me—if she learned I was involved with her precious Caesar, she'd find a way to end me faster than I could blink.
"Knock knock—"
The sound at the door interrupted my thoughts, followed by Bartell's voice speaking to Lucius. "Miss Viya just went upstairs with Alpha Caesar. They should be in this room."
Caesar didn't seem concerned at all. Instead, he stepped even closer, pressing me harder against the door. "What's the problem? Am I not good enough for you?"
This wasn't about being "good enough." This was about how quickly I'd end up dead.
"Viya, are you in there? I'm coming in," Lucius called through the door, still knocking.
Panic
