“Lady Lucienne just asked you a question! Don’t you have a mouth to answer?” Brenda snapped.
My mind whirled through every possible option. It didn’t make sense for her to know when the alpha king had said not to tell anyone. But if she was his mistress, then maybe he told her.
But why would she expose me if she knew? Would she really stoop that low just to embarrass me, when I was nothing more than a breeder?
“See? She can’t speak. An absolute liar,” one of them muttered.
I opened my mouth to refute it—I would never lie—but Misha spoke first.
“Are you implying that the alpha king is lying?”
Lucienne frowned, a crease forming on her forehead. Her eyes flicked from me to Misha, who had stepped forward. “When did I say that?”
“Just now,” Misha replied, her voice firm. “You said you sp
