Veronica’s POV
I stormed into my chambers, slamming the door so hard the sound echoed through the marble hallway. The guards outside didn’t dare breathe. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I gripped the edge of my dresser, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
The woman staring back at me looked nothing like the composed, seductive mistress who once ruled this wing of the pack house. Her eyes were wild. Her lipstick was smudged. Her pride shattered.
“How dare he,” I whispered, my fingers curling around the edge of the table. “How dare he humiliate me like that in front of everyone.”
I threw the nearest object a silver perfume bottle across the room. It hit the wall and shattered, the sweet scent filling the air like mockery.
“Alpha Dylan,” I hissed his name, pacing back and forth. “H
