ELISA’S POV
I was back in the kitchen, placing more plates of food onto the tray, when the sound of footsteps caught my attention. My head snapped up, and I was met with Madam Doris.
She entered with the air of someone who owned the entire pack, her eyes immediately locking onto me. The chatter of the Omegas around us faltered, hesitant. My stomach knotted.
“Elisa,” she said, her voice sharp, carrying easily across the kitchen. “I hear you went missing from the kitchen yesterday. Now answer me this—where were you?”
I kept my hands folded calmly in front of me and met her gaze without flinching. “I went to see Festus,” I said evenly, my voice steady.
Her eyes narrowed, darting over me as though she could see into my bones. “Festus?” she repeated, stepping closer, her hands brushing the
