SARA'S POV
The car had barely rolled to a stop in front of the pack mansion before someone was already waiting for me.
“Lady Sara,” an Omega maid said, dipping her head. “Alpha Bastien requested your presence at dinner with the family.”
I blinked at her, still feeling the wine in my bones. “The party did a number on me,” I said with a yawn I didn’t bother to hide. “I’m not sure I can stay for dinner. I’ll retire early tonight.”
She didn’t move. Just stood there, hands clasped tight and nervous eyes darting toward the entrance like she was afraid someone might be watching.
When I tried to walk past her, she shifted into my path.
"Do you have a death wish?!"
“My lady… your grandfather said if you tried to excuse yourself, I was to tell you it’s not your choice to make. He said you be
