Meredith.
Something cracked inside me the moment the door closed shut.
I could still feel Wanda’s voice slithering through my mind—her smugness, her taunts.
My fists clenched at my sides.
My maidservants hadn’t done anything wrong. And the look in their eyes—fear, helplessness reminded me too much of self while I was still in Stormveil.
None of them deserved to be mistreated by anyone, yet Wanda took them.
No! I won’t let my innocent helps be punished. And I also won’t let Wanda get any satisfaction from it.
I can’t stop Wanda, but surely, there was only one person could call her to order.
Draven.
The thought tasted bitter in my mouth. After everything, he was the one I had to run to for help.
But I didn’t have a choice. If I stayed silent, my maids would suffer. I wouldn’t let that happen.
I swallowed my pride, and with it, every insult, every sting of shame from yesterday. My feet moved before my mind could catch up.
Out the door. Down the corridor. Past the tall windows streaked with early light.
A passing servant bowed slightly.
"Where’s the Alpha?" I asked, trying to sound composed.
"In his home office, my lady," she replied.
I nodded stiffly. I remembered the way. The last time I had been there, I had stormed out like I would never return.
Now, I was knocking on that same door—softly, hesitantly. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
I almost turned to walk away when I didn’t get an immediate response.
Then, Draven’s muffled voice called from inside, "Come in."
My breath caught. I opened the door and walked in.
Draven looked up from behind his desk, looking surprised to see me.
Our eyes locked. I stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click. His gaze followed me with the same silent weight that always seemed to strip away my defences.
’Stay calm, Meredith,’ I told myself. ’Be confident. This is for them, not you.’
I reached his desk and stood tall, refusing to cower as he sat there and watched, waiting for me to break the silence.
"I have a complaint," I said, my voice steady. "And I need your help."
He didn’t interrupt.
"Wanda entered my quarters a few minutes ago," I continued. "She brought three warriors with her and took my maidservants away to be punished."
Draven silence at this point, was starting to get on my nerves. I didn’t have the time for that
Was he... processing? Or was this silence a confession? Had he sent Wanda?
The idea made my stomach twist, so I decided to try one more time.
"I know I left the estate yesterday without informing anyone," I said, forcing myself to keep going. "But my maids are innocent. If someone must be punished... punish me instead."
Draven reached for his phone on the desk.
I watched, unsure of what he would do next.
Then he dialled a number. When the line connected, his voice was calm but clipped.
"Wanda took Meredith’s maids to be punished some minutes ago. Call it off and send Wanda in. I’m waiting in my office."
He ended the call and set the phone down. Then finally looked at me. "Sit."
I pulled out the chair slowly and obeyed.
Draven said nothing more. He returned to his laptop, reading, as if I hadn’t just walked in begging for mercy.
A few minutes later, three soft knocks landed on the door.
It was Wanda. She stepped in when Draven gave the permission. But as soon as she saw me, her gaze fell.
I bet she didn’t think I would be reporting how petty tyrant she was to Draven.
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