“What is the problem, Calista?” Octavia’s voice was sharp yet steady on the other end of the line.
Calista bit her lip, her voice breaking as she whispered, “Tristan hasn’t been eating with the Alpha or speaking to them. What am I supposed to do now? If he won’t eat, then how can I use the potion?”
Octavia closed her eyes, willing herself not to scream at her daughter. “Stay with the Alpha a little longer. I will think of a way and call you again.”
“Mother, please,” Calista’s voice cracked, almost a sob. “You have to find another way. I can’t lose this chance to become Tristan’s mate. I won’t.”
“Calm yourself, my daughter,” Octavia replied, though a flicker of impatience laced her tone. “Tristan will be yours. Do not doubt me.” She ended the call before Calista could argue further.
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