Maeve POV
“Y-Your Majesty…?” Isabelle murmured, apparently taken aback by Alpha King Arlan’s sudden and completely unexpected interruption.
With shallow, heaving breaths as I tried desperately to curb my rising nausea, I watched the interaction, unsure what to expect. She did not say anything beyond that, but the confusion that deeply interlaced within her words was made abundantly clear to me. I could practically hear the storm her mind was beginning to conjure up.
This banquet might have been in my honor, but we all knew just how the Alpha King felt about me.
If he wanted to, I believed without a doubt that he would have continued to keep quiet while Isabelle did what she wanted.
And if it were up to him, I certainly would not have made it this far. I would have been kicked to the
