Chapter 75.

CAMILLIA'S POV.

I paced the room, my steps echoing off the walls as I waited for time to pass, clinging to the hope that Alpha Halfdan might come back and apologise.

But minutes turned into hours, and no sign of him appeared. My anger simmered beneath the surface, growing more intense with each passing moment. I refused to let anyone, especially not Alpha Halfdan, get away with this.

I needed to regain control over him. He was crucial to my plans, and I knew exactly how to handle him.

I approached the window and looked outside, my gaze sharp and focused. I saw Alpha Halfdan strapping on his belt and getting into his car.

As he drove away from the mansion, a sly, calculating smile crept across my face. His departure was the perfect opportunity I needed—a chance to execute my plan without interference.

A few minutes later, I made my way down the stairs with a sense of urgency. I had no idea how long Alpha Halfdan would be gone, but I hoped he would be out drinking for a while, leavin