"Get your hand off me."
Klara's words made Visha blink in surprise. She hadn't expected Klara to act that way. Here, in front of the Alpha himself, Klara dared to challenge her.
"I... I apologize," Visha stammered, her voice tight. Hurriedly, she retreated to the bedside, her eyes darting from Klara's icy glare to the Alpha's impassive face. Disappointment gnawed at her.
The Alpha, as always, remained silent, offering no rebuke to Klara's insolence. He didn't even say anything in her favor. She had noticed that the Alpha hardly ever scolded Klara, no matter what.
'What is it about her?' Visha thought, her stomach churning with venomous jealousy. Klara, with her sharp tongue, seemed to possess an invisible shield that deflected any reprimand from the Alpha.
If she hadn't known the A
