Becky continued pulling weeds, her thoughts racing with satisfaction. She couldn’t help but picture the chaos that would ensue once Alpha Damian read the letter. “Thalia is going to be in so much trouble,” she murmured, feeling the weight of her resentment lift just a little. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, glancing toward the palace, imagining the confrontation that was bound to happen.
Meanwhile, Tina walked briskly through the palace halls, the folded letter in her hand. She didn’t like getting involved in Becky’s schemes, but it was quicker to just do what she asked rather than argue. As she neared Alpha Damian’s chambers, she hesitated, her mind flashing back to all the times Becky had caused trouble.
Why was this letter so important? Why couldn’t Becky deliver it herself?
