London:
I looked down at the little wolf on the floor with pieces of broken ceramic in her hands. The look of shock and fear on her face made me squint my eyes.
I eyed the knocked-down stool and the pieces in her hands, and my right eye twitched as I finally took in the scene before me. I can't believe she broke a f*****g expensive vase. I pinned her with a blank stare, demanding an explanation before my expression switched to that of rage.
"A-alpha, I was just..."
I noticed the trolley by a corner and raised a brow. If she had breakfast ready, why didn't she bring it into my room? Her eyes flitted around while her fingers pressed her bleeding left palm. She gently rose to her feet, and I saw a patch of blood forming on her stomach. Who injured her?
Her hair was in a messy bun, and he
