Sierra POV
“How the hell can you expect me to attend her funeral?” I fumed at Yeal. The Alpha made no inclination that he was in any way perturbed by Zale’s demand. In fact, he acted as though it would have no bearing on his status at all.
“Don’t you realize that he’s trying to humiliate us? He’s sore that there’s nothing he can do so he’s to make us look like fools!”
Yeal sighed and looked at me like I was the problem, as though I was the one who was being unreasonable.
“Sit.” He gestured at the soft, plush recliner. I obeyed his command while glaring at him. Yeal snapped his fingers and a servant appeared with a tray of wine and two glasses. The servant poured a glass for his Alpha and me before he scurried off.
Yeal sipped his wine delicately and gazed out of the large window at the city skyline.
