That evening, a maid knocked on my door.
“Alpha’s orders,” she said without looking at me. “There will be a general family dinner tonight with the Wick family. Be ready by seven.”
My stomach dropped. This would be the first time I was meeting Kylian’s family properly since the wedding day. The thought made me nervous. I had only seen them from a distance at the wedding — cold faces and hateful eyes.
I tried to dress fine.
I chose one of the nicer outfits that had been left for me — a soft cream-colored blouse and a long dark skirt that reached my ankles. I brushed my hair until it shone and put on a little makeup to hide the tiredness in my eyes. I wanted to look presentable. Maybe if I looked nice, they would hate me a little less.
At exactly seven, Kylian came to my room. He was dre
