Criseda's POV
If there was one thing I despised more than anything else, it was people sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
I hated nothing more than that kind of meddling.
And Soraya? She knew it. She knew full well I didn’t like her, and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
It wasn’t a secret, and I wasn’t the type to hide my disdain. If she had any sense, she would’ve handed that portion over to me the moment she got her hands on it—just to get on my good side.
But no, instead, she came to me, threatening me with whatever nonsense she claimed she knew.
“But… Soraya can also enter the Alpha’s chambers,” Wolfe said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I turned to him, blinking. “Sorry, come again?”
My mind wasn’t fully there; too distracted by the possibility of
