CHAPTER 41
STORM’s POV:
Beta Matteo’s eyes, usually guarded, were wide with concern. "Storm, what in the name of the goddess were you doing in there?"
I recoiled, my instincts screaming at me to lie. But the truth, raw and terrifying, threatened to spill from my lips.
"I… I was just… exploring. I was supposed to clean the conference room in the west wing, but I couldn't find it, and no one would give me directions…." I stammered, my voice trembling slightly.
Matteo's gaze, usually so unwavering, flickered over me, searching for any sign of deceit. He wanted to punish me, I knew it.
This wing was off-limits, and from what I’ve noticed, no one dared step in. It was like a sacred ground for the Alpha.
He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly gentle, and dragged me towards my chamber
