"What," he said, each word deliberate and cold, "is happening in my house?"
No one dared answer. Olivia, who had been so fierce moments before, now stood with her head bowed. Ethan's arm dropped from around Melissa as he too lowered his gaze in submission.
Melissa looked terrified, her earlier defiance replaced by genuine fear. Her cheek bore an angry red mark from Olivia's slap, and I noticed scratch marks on her other cheek – probably from her earlier confrontation with Amber at the Moonlight Club.
I quickly stopped recording and slipped my phone into my pocket. The Alpha King's eyes swept across the room, lingering briefly on me before moving on.
"Olivia," he said, his voice barely above a whisper yet somehow filling the entire room. "Explain yourself."
Olivia's hands trembled
