Alpha Kristen’s POV.
The tension in the room was unbearable. I looked over at Shantel and saw her laughing behind a napkin. When she felt my eyes on her, she pretended to cough. I narrowed my eyes at her and she gave me a nervous smile.
“The doctor is here.” A servant announced.
More servants came in and tried to dry the soup off Marissa’s body with a wet cloth. Her skin had become a dull shade of purple.
I had mind-linked the pack doctor to get here as soon as possible the moment the whole incident took place.
“Get her to the doctor immediately,” I said and they carefully ushered her out.
Bruce had gotten up from his chair and was holding Iris by the throat, squeezing her neck. Her eyes were bulging from the socket as she frantically tried to string together an apology.
“Bruce!” I
