Omegas and pack officials squandered around carrying all kinds of stuff that would be needed in an office renovation as though redoing the entire place off any visible remnants that I ever once ruled this place.
Books, new shelves — they even added a brand s******g fresh table coated in vibrant pink paint. I’m sure Violet ordered that.
My brows furrowed, and I could feel my entire face creasing at the sight of everyone hustling around to attend to the most useless orders. What the hell was Violet doing?
I avoided going into this wing for a few weeks now, thinking they’d probably do a good job introducing what needs to be done toward Violet.
They looked determined, kicking me out of my place, completely devoting themselves to the thought that Violet would take over soon, and that would
