Chapter 15
Francine's POV
Jennifer walked towards me with a disgusted look etched on her face. If looks could kill, I knew by now I would have dropped dead a long time ago just from her hateful stares—as well as those from the other members of the pack who hated the idea that I was the one whom fate had bound to their Alphas.
“Do you think you’ve won?” she snarled as she drew closer, her fingers clawing into my dress, tearing the fabric from the part of my body she could reach.
A man and a woman arrived in the hall just then, newly entered and solemn, and behind them was a group of servants straining under the weight of a large bowl filled to the brim with water. The surface trembled with every careful step they took.
They were here for the scent ritual—to determine whose scent I car
