_Zarelle’s POV_
I stood there completely stunned, watching Thessaly flail around in the pool like she was drowning in three feet of water. The woman's dramatic performance was almost impressive in its audacity. Almost.
Her scream and the loud splash had drawn every guest within a fifty-foot radius. They gathered around the pool quickly, all craning their necks to see what the commotion was about.
From what they could see—me standing dry on the patio and Thessaly thrashing around in the water—combined with her earlier screaming about me not hurting her, the onlookers were drawing exactly the conclusion she wanted them to. The supposed girlfriend of Alpha Feymere had apparently pushed Alpha Ashmoor's date into the pool for reasons unknown.
But as I watched this pathetic display
