Sienna’s POV
The maid served me orange juice and told me to wait for Maya. She was not polite, but I let it go. I was used to people deciding how little respect I deserved before I even opened my mouth.
While I waited in the living room, I heard raised voices from upstairs. At first, I tried not to listen, but the emotions were too high, and the words became too clear.
“How the hell am I sure the baby is mine, Maya?” Darius snapped from upstairs. “My father is right. You trapped me.”
I froze.
“How can you say that?” Maya cried. “I thought you loved me. You said you loved me and wanted us to be together.”
“Well, look what that got me,” Darius replied bitterly. “My father is mad at me, and I am no longer Alpha. How am I sure you were not sleeping around like your friend? After all, you
