For two days, Morvienne hadn't seen him.

Instead, it was that same particular maid who came every morning and evening, smiling, polite, and cheerful.

Breakfast, fresh clothes, light chatter about how the Alpha was busy. It was the same routine, every day.

At first, she didn't mind. After all, patience was something she had mastered long ago. But by the third morning, she began getting irritated. He hadn't come. Not even once. Not a word or even a glance.

She had played her role perfectly. The fragile, hurt omega in need of saving and kindness. He had seemed to fall for it, at least a little, yet now, he was...