Amelia
“It seems you are not able to do your work properly.” He said coldly.
“What? No...” I said in confusion. He raised his eyebrows. “I mean, it’s not like that.” I just apologized for the delay.
“Then what is it?” he questioned, a muscle in his jaw twitched.
“I’m sorry, Sir–.”
"Sorry?" he cut me off, taking another step forward. "I come back to find my room in disarray and another wolf's scent all over my belongings, and you're sorry?"
Confusion flitted across my face before understanding dawned. First Violet showed me her authority, and now he scolded me.
I glanced at the mess in the room, the half-open drawers, and the things Violet had touched. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
"I didn't mean to—"
"How could you let someone enter my room and touch my things witho
