Meredith.
Madame Beatrice, calm as a mountain, inclined her head to Draven. "I will take over immediately, Alpha."
She didn't look like she cared enough about the emotional damage Wanda might be going through right now.
Madame Beatrice was disciplined to the core, so I wasn't even surprised that she was ready for her new role here without attaching any sentiments and hesitations.
Then her gaze slid over the staff assembled, and the silent wave of respect that followed told me everything: they trusted her, they would follow her.
The silence that fell around Wanda was almost delicious.
She couldn't hide the way her nails dug into her palm or the stiff tilt of her chin. Her pride had been gutted in front of everyone—guards, servants, even my siblings, who stood watching with keen interest.
Gary smirked faintly, enjoying the spectacle; Mabel's eyes flicked to me, as if gauging my reaction, but I gave her nothing.
