Carly threw herself onto the velvet couch in her suite, her perfectly manicured hands clenched into fists. The rage coursing through her veins made her want to scream until her throat was raw.
"This makes no sense whatsoever," she seethed, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Why would Dalia escort that pathetic little nobody to the Alpha's residence? This completely ruins everything I had planned."
Della settled beside her on the plush cushions, her expression equally frustrated. "I was certain Dalia would act swiftly and eliminate Celina from the competition entirely. Instead, that fool has placed the girl directly under Alpha Darius's wing. Now the pack will view Celina as someone worthy of protection rather than contempt. What kind of leadership strategy is that? A true Luna commands through strength and authority, not through misplaced kindness."
