Third Person's POV
2:00 AM.
Inside a secluded booth at the Tipsy Lounge.
The moment Beata Ruelle saw a hurried Melinda, she asked in a surprised whisper, "What's going on? Why aren't you at the alpha's villa with your fiancé in the middle of the night? Why did you call me out for a drink?"
"I'm annoyed," Melinda spat coldly, picking up the strong liquor in front of her and downing it in one gulp.
"What happened? Did you have a fight with Zander?"
"No." Melinda gripped her glass so tightly her knuckles turned white.
A cruel, deranged smirk curled on her lips. "I drugged Zander tonight. Right now, he should be f*****g another she-wolf senseless."
"Pfft—"
Beata choked, violently spitting out half the drink she had just taken. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.
Dumbfounded, she
