I walked down the hall, trying to gather my thoughts. I needed some fresh air, but this place always felt like a prison, no matter where I went. As I turned the corner, I bumped straight into her—Alpha Jeremiah's grandmother. Her presence sent a chill down my spine, even more than Jeremiah’s. Her sharp, piercing eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, disgust clear on her face.
“Well, if it isn’t the little traitor,” she sneered, folding her arms. “You’re quite bold, wandering around freely. I thought my grandson would have dealt with you by now.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral. “I’m not here to cause any trouble,” I said quietly.
“Trouble? Oh, darling,” she leaned in, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper, “You are the trouble. The only reason you’re still breathing is
