Chapter 89 No Peace for the Wicked
"Ember, hurry up, don’t just stand there," Maddie waved her hand to me.
I quickly put on an unreadable expression. I walked hastily towards them, my gaze met with Maddie, who was patting the seat next to her for me to sit. A low smirk formed on my lips as I walked towards her direction, only for me to seat Damon.
Her expression turned sullen. She tried to smile but failed miserably.
My gaze met with Damon’s cold one. His eyes sparkled with amusement. He grabbed his knife and began to cut the steak in pieces.
At the sight of food, my stomach squealed in delight. It was as if the tension from earlier had made me almost forget my best friend. ’Don’t you dare disgrace me, I’m trying to build my reputation. So don’t you...’ the growling noise of my stomach reverberated through the hall.
My stepmother Evelyn scoffed. "So uncultured, behaves like a vagabond. This is so uncalled for—a breeder dining with alphas."
I turned to Damon, who was still focused on the meat he was cutting, as if someone didn’t just speak.
"Alpha Damon, as prestigious as you are, why would you let your breeder sit at the same table as you? We should always follow the rule of hierarchy," she added, her eyes narrowed at me.
"Mother... don’t be too hard on her," Maddie said with concern, but I saw the glint of satisfaction passing through her eyes.