Bridget's POV
I opened the door and came face to face with Dorothy.
She smirked, leaning against the doorframe as if she already owned the palace. Her lips curled in amusement, eyes scanning me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “Still here?” she said, her tone light but laced with condescension. “I thought the Alpha was done with you.”
My fingers twitched at my side. The urge to slap the smugness off her face was tempting, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. Instead, I forced a tight smile, tilting my head as if she had said something funny. “And yet, here I am,” I said smoothly. “Strange, isn’t it? Almost as if I still belong here.”
Her smirk didn’t waver, but I saw the flicker of irritation in her eyes.
“I suppose some peop
