Benita’s POV I picked up the paper from the floor, my hands trembling as I scanned the bold heading: Rules, Regulations, and Duties boldly written on the heading of the paper. I furrowed my brow and met Nathan's cold gaze. His face was unreadable, the cigar in his hand releasing a thin trail of smoke that filled the room with a harsh, bitter scent. “I believe you went to school, so read it out,” Nathan demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. I swallowed hard, feeling a lump in my throat. My wolf stirred uneasily, urging me to show strength, but I felt so small in that moment, like a helpless pawn in his twisted game. With a shaky breath, I began to read aloud, forcing my voice to remain steady even though my insides quaked. “Rule one,” I started, “Never address me without using my title.” Nathan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned back in his chair, observing me with impatience and satisfaction. I continued, feeling a pit of dread forming in my stomach. “Rule two: seek
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