Xavier
"Prepare my training clothes," I cleared my throat and ordered, more harshly than intended. "I'll be in the training grounds for the rest of the morning. And have lunch sent there."
"Yes, Sir," she replied, turning to leave.
"Wait," I said, surprising myself. She froze, her back to me. "What do you think of Violet?"
The question had escaped my lips before I could stop it. Why was I asking an Omega maid about pack politics? About my potential mate?
She hesitated, clearly caught off guard by the question.
"It's... not my place to have opinions on such matters, Sir," she whispered, pain and awareness flashed across her face.
"I'm asking for your opinion, Amelia," I insisted, my voice gentler than usual. "Speak freely.”
She turned slightly, still not meeting my eyes.
“Lady Vio
