Chapter 4
“Miss Emely, you’ve finally arrived!”
Sara’s shrill voice sliced through the heavy silence. Instantly, everyone in the room stood up—makeup artists, stylists, even the guards by the door—all scrambling to welcome the Frostbite Pack’s prized heiress.
I turned slowly toward the commotion, arching a brow. “So… you’re the real boss behind Sara’s little scheme?”
Emely Collins strutted into the room.
“Clever girl,” she drawled, stopping just a few feet from me. “You’ve got a little bite to you. I’ll admit that much.”
She tilted her head, a cruel smile curving her lips. “But you know, being too clever isn’t always a good thing. It tends to get wolves like you killed.”
I met her gaze for a brief second, then looked away, unimpressed. “Let me guess—Miss Emely, you’ve been waiting for this day for quite a while, haven’t you?”
She gave a smug little nod, feigning sympathy. “Diana… I heard you refused to sign the cohabitation agreement.”
Her smile widened. “Such a shame. You just turned down your one and only chance to marry into a powerful pack.”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed.