Evelyn’s POV
“Helena!” I blurt out.
The person walking into the waiting room wasn’t Asher, but a tall, beautiful woman, flanked by a group of female soldiers.
Helena.
I watched her approach, confusion and disbelief swirling in my mind.
What was she doing here? Where was Asher? Why would Asher send her in his place? Had something happened?
"Alpha Tristan, it’s a pleasure to meet you," Helena said, extending her hand to Tristan. A smile played on her lips, but it was arrogant, almost mocking.
“The pleasure is all mine. But we were expecting Alpha Asher. Will he be joining us later?” Tristan asked, keeping his expression neutral.
Helena flicked her hair back and glanced at me, her smile widening into something almost smug.
“Oh, about that...Unfortunately, he won’t be coming. Our A
