Almost in unison, the women scrambled to their feet and dipped into respectful bows, eyes low and breaths held. Their Alpha King did not visit this space.
"Your Majesty," Jane greeted. Her lips curled into a polite smile, but it faltered at the edges. She was too intelligent not to read the storm in his eyes. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes, actually," Kyllian said. The Alpha in him bled into every syllable, filling the air with pressure. "I just heard my wife has done something treasonous."
Gasps echoed around the circle of women. Whispers broke out.
"What? Me?"
"Do I have another wife?" Kyllian asked, lifting one brow.
"Your Majesty, you are not making sense." Jane took a step forward, trying to reclaim the ground beneath her feet, to steady the unraveling of her carefully composed image.
"You sent a message to Lord Gabriel," Kyllian said, deadly calm. "I want to know what you told him."
