Guards stood at the edge of the hall, waiting for Alpha Logan’s next command. His presence was suffocating like a storm holding its breath, daring anyone to move.
Maya stood rigid, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Logan had called the guards so casually, as if this entire scandal meant nothing to him, as if Zarya’s presence was as harmless as a sister rather than the venomous snake she was.
Her jaw tightened." Why the f**k does he treat her like family?" The thought clawed at her pride, dragging her deeper into an acidic pit of shame.
Then Zarya leaned forward, her lips ghosting dangerously close to Maya’s ear, her whisper sharp as a dagger.
“It’s not the maid that poisoned the drinks…”
Maya’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Finally,” she
