Sandra's POV
Kneeling on the cold stone floor, I bowed my head low, my long dark hair rolling like a veil around my face.
If I had heard the alpha right, he was asking for my version of the story.
The best version that I had cooked up. I smiled to myself. My long lost opportunity. A rare one.
Before then, I had listened to everything Elizabeth and Rose were saying, my mind flickering with ideas on how I could spice this story up to the maximum of potential.
I raised my head occasionally, to find Alpha Tyson's imposing figure seated behind his study table as usual and by the way he sat, I could tell he was in the best of moods.
I could tell he was going to be easy to manipulate.
His penetrating gaze bore into me, demanding the truth, or rather, what he perceived to be the truth and
