This psycho Alpha didn't want a servant. He wanted a shadow. He wanted me. And now, I couldn't move without feeling his madness pressed against my skin. From sunrise to sunset, he refused to let me out of sight. If I stepped into the hallway, his boots echoed behind me. If I lingered in the courtyard, his shadow stretched across mine until it swallowed me whole. Once, desperate for a moment of air, I slipped toward the back gardens, heart hammering, praying he was busy. I made it ten steps before the familiar chill prickled down my spine.
"Running, little omega?" His voice slid through the silence like a knife.
I froze, my breath catching. Slowly, I turned. There he was. Leaning against the tree with his arms folded, watching me as though he had been there all along. His eyes glittered in a way that made my stomach twist.
"You can run," he continued, pushing off the tree, his steps slow and deliberate. "But you'll never get away. Do you know why?"
I swallowed, unable to speak.
