Ivy's POV
I looked up at Fiona, and as her words sank in, a smile spread across my face. "You brilliant, beautiful woman." I jumped up and grabbed her arms excitedly. "That's exactly it!"
Fiona nodded, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You can return every bruise and split lip your mother endured—tenfold. And the Alpha won't be able to intervene because of his own rules. If he tries, you can take it straight to the king."
I turned to Grant who gave me a conspiratorial wink. "I'd recommend calling the King beforehand as a precaution. Always better to be proactive in these situations."
I nodded and settled back into my seat, a weight lifting from my shoulders. "Warren's been making life difficult for my mother lately. He keeps trying to invade my space too, but thankfully my mother has managed to keep him out of my room."
Grant chuckled, but there was something forced about it. "She always did know how to handle alphas."
