Danika’s P.O.V.

I fluttered my eyes open at the sound of an incessant knock on the door. I squinted toward the window, only to see the bright light of day.

I’d slept far past dawn. When did I even fall asleep?

I cleared my throat as another knock echoed again.

“I’m coming!” I shouted, rising from the bed and adjusting the nightwear the Omega had brought for me the day before.

When I opened the door, I found Jonah standing there — not frowning, but glaring.

Only, I couldn’t tell who the glare was meant for.

“Good morning,” I greeted anyway, trying to sound cheerful.

“Good morning,” he returned, his...