*Maddox*

“Zabrina, why are you all covered in blood?” I ask again as I stare at Alpha Jordan’s daughter. Her yellow dress is covered in the red, sticky substance, as are her hands. It’s smeared all the way up her arms and even on her chin. “Are you injured?”

She shakes her head, “No, King Maddox. It’s not me… it’s… the maid!”

I let out a sigh of relief that it’s not Zabrina who is bleeding profusely, not because I care so much about her but because ...