Rita's Point Of View The silence that followed my plea pressed down on me, crushing the very marrow in my bones. I remained there, slumped against the cold marble, my breath coming in short, pathetic hitches that made my chest ache. Each inhale felt like swallowing glass, sharp and unforgiving. Marcus's hands rested on my shoulders… firm, steady, the hands of an Alpha who believed he could still control the wreckage of our family. How desperately wrong he was. "Come, Rita," he murmured, his voice low as he tried to pull me toward the private wing. "You need to lie down. You're shaking. You will get sick if you stay on this cold floor." A jagged, watery laugh escaped my throat, dissolving into a cough that wracked my entire body. "Let me get sick," I spat, my voice raw and scraped, barely recognizable as my own. "Let me feel a fraction of the fever he endured when the wolfsbane rotted his system. Let me feel the chill he suffered in that pit." I pressed my palm against th
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