VIKTOR'S POV

Ariel bowed her head, trembling after I reminded her how many minutes she was late.

“Did you hear me, Goldie?” I asked, my eyes pinning her in place.

“Yes—Alpha,” she replied. The image of her scratching my face last night flashed in my mind, and I started rethinking her punishment.

“Why aren’t you wearing the clothes I gave you?” I asked, even though it wasn’t the real issue here. I didn’t like how the gown she wore clung to her curves, how it made me too aware of something I didn't want to notice.

“Ravenna gave me a gown… I needed something fresh after bathing this morning." Her...