Liana's pov
A strong clutch on my wrist pulls me away from Lucien and Flerena. My right arm hits a masculine chest and as I turn my head to the force…it's Nash Maxwell.
He looks into my eyes and mumbles in a serious tone…
“Your cat is acting strange upstairs!”
“Cheryl?” My eyes widen with shock.
I don't even say anything to anyone and run off to my room upstairs.
Yet…
Cheryl is absolutely fine.
I turn around to go back but he is standing at the door.
“What was that joke?”
“Cheryl is fine!”
He locks the door and walks over to me.
“Stay here until they're gone!” His deep voice commands.
“W-What? But why?”
“What will Alpha Lucien think about me?”
In the blink of an eye, a strong force more like an invisible wind pins me against the dressing table’s mirror aggressively.
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