Maelle sat stiffly across from the strange guest. They had just finished lunch when a servant walked in with the news. It was the first time she had heard about this plan.
However, there had been a commotion late last night. Margaret had returned to the mansion, but Maelle didn't see her. She only heard rumors.
According to servants, she was locked up in the dungeons with some guards. She was just now realizing it was because of a failed attempt to bring Maya back here.
"You see, I was going to have her sent to you this morning," the woman with straight blonde hair was saying. Despite her disheveled appearance, her hair kept its shape. "Alpha Keenan no longer wants anything to do with her—"
"But," Vilhelm cut in. His grip on the sofa was tight.
Maelle was disappointed and terribly heartbroken. She had assumed this business with Maya was over. It had gone on for far too long.
Why did her own father so desperately want someone that wasn't his daughter?
