“I heard that our esteemed Alpha has a new housemaid—and it turned out to be you,” Lena said, though her words were clearly aimed with anger and scrutiny at Wayland.
“You two know each other?” the Alpha asked darkly.
“Yes, we studied in the same group at university,” Lena replied, still glaring at the Alpha with clear disapproval. “We were friends and got along well.”
Either I was imagining things, or they were having some silent conversation in a language only the two of them understood—one made of looks and unspoken gestures.
“An oracle?” I asked Lena, surprised. Then again, it wasn’t too shocking—this girl had always known more than most, sometimes even things no one else dared to guess.
“Why waste a gift?” she smiled, her expression warm and familiar—just like back in our universi
