Chapter Twelve
Desmond…
Where the hell was she?
I stood near the edge of the main ballroom, looking around the crowded room over and over again, but Ana still hadn't come out from the back hallway. Did it honestly take a person this long to change out of just one single outfit?
I could feel my anger growing hotter with every passing minute. Was she intentionally trying to spoil my father's special night? Was she doing this on purpose just to make it look like I was the bad guy in front of all our guests?
She had done something completely wrong by dressing like a servant, and I had punished her for her behavior. Isn't that exactly what I was supposed to do as her husband and her Alpha? It was my duty to correct her mistakes and teach her proper morals so she could represent our fam
