Rita's pov
That annoying wench. She's not even good enough to lick my shoe and yet she has the audacity to raise her voice? She was already intolerable when she was squirming every time I spoke.
Now she had the audacity to grow a backbone all of a sudden? I hurried back to my room to prepare the herbal mix, as I did the sting from my neck that was covered with the turtle neck shirt I was wearing came back at me.
That beast! He was nothing more than a caricature of an Alpha, an abomination that shouldn't even be walking the face of the earth yet he assaulted me like that.
I rubbed my neck thoughtfully as I thought of how my legs had dangled helplessly in the air, my sister unable to even lift a finger to help me. For someone I just broke out of prison you think they would be a little
