Maya’s Point Of View
Pacing.
That was all I had done for the past two hours… back and forth, back and forth, like a lioness locked in a gilded cage.
It had been more than a month since Kaiden left the pack. A month. Thirty-two days, to be exact. And not a damn word from him.
Where the hell was he?
My nails dug into my palms as I moved across the cold marble floor of my room, thoughts racing, chest tight with impatience. After I killed the prison warden, everything should’ve been perfect. No more threats, no more secrets hanging over my head like a noose. The chains were off.
And yet… I still couldn’t breathe because he wasn’t here. Kaiden. He was supposed to see me. Want me, but no… he hadn’t even come close.
I stopped pacing, eyes narrowing at my own reflection in the mirror. I still looked perfect—every strand of hair in place, makeup flawless, skin glowing like royalty. But behind that mask? Rage. Obsession. Desperation.
And worst of all… rejection.
My so-called mate still hadn’t a
