Lisa POV
We make our way out of the dining room and anger bubbles up inside me. The f**king king was looking right at us. I'm surprised my father didn't ask me why the hell was going on? "Can you believe that little b**ch? How dare she tell her parents on us and then she actually lets that f**king omega sit at the head table. Treating that pathetic mutt like she is something other than a f**king pack slave."
"Maybe we should just let it go, Lisa? I mean she is the next queen of werewolves. If we piss her off now, what do you think will happen when she is actually in charge? Besides, the king sounded serious about the punishment," Myra says. "Don't be a f**king coward, Myra. Do you agree with your sister Madison?" She looks between the two of us and comes to stand next to me.
"Maybe y
