Ziana’s POV
“Lunch time.” Mother says and I force a smile.
“Ziana, please behave.” Warrick tells me again and I grit my teeth in annoyance. I’m not a f*cking child.
“Sure thing.” I say as I turn to leave. He growls his disapproval, but he and mother follow me into the dining room, where everybody has been seated. There are only three seats left, the King and Queen’s at one end of the table and at the other end, one next to Alpha C*nt, whose beady eyes are on me.
“F*cking great.” I mumble under my breath as I feel a nudge in my ribcage. I look to see mother is giving me a ‘behave’ look and sigh as I make my way to the end.
Mother and Warrick don’t like Alpha Clint either and I tried to tell them what I found when working for Franklin. They told me that there isn’t any evidence, so t
