The distance between the courtyard and the dark threshold shrank with every agonizing step Ronan took. Each heavy strike of his boots against the packed earth felt like a drumbeat counting down my doom.Closer.I pressed my back so hard against the damp wooden wall that the rough splinters bit through my thin tunic. My fingers clawed at the ledge behind me, searching for anything: a heavy iron poker, a wooden stake, a weapon, anything to keep him away. But there was nothing. I was just an omega with soapy water dripping from her apron, facing the most lethal Alpha in the region."Alpha Ronan," Martha stammered, scrambling forward from the corner like a flustered hen, bowing low so her forehead nearly touched the dirt. "Forgive the noise, My Lord. The girl is clumsy just a foolish omega, pay her no mind—""Get up, Martha," Bess muttered under her breath from the far tub, her hands white-knuckled around her paddle. "You're embarrassing us worse than she is.""Shut your trap, Bess," Mart
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