Celeste had woken up at dawn, the bitter taste of medicine and dark twists of solemn dread spreading in her stomach from the events of last night.
One moment she was in the middle of a crowd being accused by Nyssa, who was sure to have caused a scene.
And the next, she was in her room, an ugly, harsh voice, and Vada, who had taken care of her.
She didn't want any details of what had transpired during the ball, especially when the memory of Syzar's voice was clear as day.
“Yes, I despise you, Celeste.” Although she lost consciousness after those words, it was clear the alpha still hated her beyond measure.
But now that she was alone, she had a companion, Vada, who was kind.
She never once acted like her title and status were a weapon towards Celeste during the two days they had bonded
