Melissa’s POV.
My breath hitched. It felt like I had been caught red-handed for a crime I hadn’t even committed.
Layla clung tightly to Lambert’s sleeve as he arrived. “Brother, Melissa pushed me!” she whimpered, her voice shaking. “I-I didn’t even do or say anything that could’ve offended her. I only wanted to welcome her properly. I asked if she was settling in comfortably, but she suddenly got irritated with me and told me to get out of her sight. And then, before I knew it, she pushed me.”
She broke into louder sobs, looking utterly pitiful like she had suffered a great injustice. She had used my own hands to frame me.
How could she lie so effortlessly?
Alpha Lambert turned his gaze to me, astonishment filled his eyes. He wasn’t condemning me. He was silently asking for the truth
