CAMILLIA'S POV.

I paced the room, my steps echoing off the walls as I waited for time to pass, clinging to the hope that Alpha Halfdan might come back and apologise.

But minutes turned into hours, and no sign of him appeared. My anger simmered beneath the surface, growing more intense with each passing moment. I refused to let anyone, especially not Alpha Halfdan, get away with this.

I needed to regain control over him. He was crucial to my plans, and I knew exactly how to handle him.

I approached the window and looked outside, my gaze sharp and focused. I saw Alpha Halfdan strapping on his belt and...