Every eye in the room shifted to her.
Gretchen, who had been holding her arm until a moment ago, didn't know what to do.
The Alpha was calm today—surely, snatching his drink was enough to send him spiraling.
Spiraling… that was no different from having Ronan decapitate someone.
Aurelia was just a maid.
She had humiliated the Alpha in front of the Luna, another Alpha, Councilmen, the seven brothers from Rune, and worst of all, his subjects—the maids.
Even if he didn't push for it, one or three of those present might.
What to do…
What exactly could she do in a situation like this that wouldn't involve her tongue being ripped out when she tried to defend her stupid friend?
"She's a drunk." One of the maids suddenly voiced shakily from behind.
