Bella's POV
It was Lord Peterson's funeral, and I was seated before my dresser, combing my hair, when a knock came at the door. Realizing it was a maid, I asked her in. She entered carrying a black beaded dress.
“Greetings, my lady. The alphas asked me to give you this dress.” She placed it on the bed as I frowned and got up. I walked over to the bed, picked up the dress, and examined it. The texture and embroidery were top-notch, but seeing that it came from the alphas, I threw it back on the bed.
“I’m not wearing that. Take it back.” The maid looked like she wanted to protest but held back, picked up the dress, and left.
“That isn’t right,” my wolf murmured, but I ignored her and went to the wardrobe. Scanning through my clothes, I spotted a black dress. It wasn’t as sophisticated as
