Betrayed by My Alpha
Unmoving.
“No,” I say.
That lands harder.
“You forget who you’re speaking to,” she says.
“No,” I answer calmly. “You forget who you raised.”
Her eyes flash, then smooth over instantly. Perfect composure. Regal. Untouchable.
“You will marry an Alpha,” she says. “That is final.”
I tilt my head. “Then I’ll expose you.”
Nothing changes on her face.
Nothing.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replies smoothly, as if I’d just suggested ice cream could fly.