Meredith.
We walked back to my room, quiet and tense, the air hanging with the weight of everything Wanda had said.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Azul emerged from the dressing room, her brows slightly raised.
"My lady, did you see the child?" she asked, looking between us.
I sighed—sharp and angry—then crossed the room and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
Kira answered for me, her voice low. "Miss Fellowes didn't let us."
Azul's frown deepened. "Does she have the right to do that?"
Deidra sighed from the side. "She used the Alpha's name. That's all it takes."
Azul looked like she had more to say, but I cut the room into silence with a sharp fist pressed into the bed. The thud wasn't loud, but it was enough. They all turned toward me.
"I'm not going to dinner," I said flatly, still staring at the floor. "Not with them."
Kira blinked. "But, my lady… It's not allowed. Everyone must be present when the Alpha is at the table."
