Lambert stormed into his mother’s chamber like a thunderbolt, face flushed with humiliation and rage. Mina, seated before her mirror while a maid brushed her hair, frowned at the abrupt entrance.
“Lambert? What—”
“He insulted me, Mother!” Lambert yelled, pointing toward the hallway. “Matt! He thinks he can talk to me anyhow because he’s Beta! He told me I’m not fit to be Alpha!”
Mina shot up from her seat instantly.
“What?” her voice sliced through the room like a knife.
She dismissed the maid with a snap of her fingers.
The moment they were alone, Lambert launched into his twisted version of events—how Matt had “disrespected” him, “humiliated” him, and treated him like a child.
Lambert conveniently left out everything he had done to the maid.
Mina’s beautiful face twisted with ang
