Mona sat in the dimly lit living room, her legs crossed elegantly, sipping from a steaming cup of tea.
The silence in the mansion was unnerving, broken only by the soft ticking of the ornate clock on the wall.
When the front door opened and Alpha Derrick walked in, she immediately noticed his troubled expression.
He barely glanced at her as he muttered a half-hearted greeting and slumped onto the couch beside her.
"Derrick," Mona called firmly, setting her cup down. "What's wrong with you?" Her sharp tone jolted him from his thoughts, and he turned to her, his brows furrowed.
He hesitated before speaking, his voice uncharacteristically unsure. "Mona, do you think we've made a mistake with Kimberly?
In the way we've treated her? Or… is there something about her that we don't know?"
Mona's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected question, but she quickly recovered, a laugh escaping her lips.
