Alpha Nathan’s POV
Pushing the doors open, I stepped into the dining hall and immediately took in the scene before me. Lisa stood at one end of the table, arms crossed over her chest, looking both frustrated and angry. Across from her, Anne clutched the fabric of her dress, her expression a mix of shock and anger. My eyes traveled downward, and I noticed a large stain of soup spreading across the front of her gown.
My jaw clenched. “What happened?”
Both women turned toward me. Anne was the first to speak, her voice laced with quiet anger. “Your mate deliberately poured soup on me.”
Lisa scoffed. “It was a mistake.”
I looked between them, my gaze settling on Lisa. “A mistake?”
Lisa’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Yes. I was reaching for the salt, and the bowl tipped over.”
Anne let
