Mira's eyes widened in horror as Sisi drew a gleaming dagger from her cloak—a blade etched with the Gamma crest, proof of her privilege… and her treachery.“You should’ve kept your mouth shut,” Sisi hissed, her voice thick with hatred. “All you had to do was stay quiet and obedient. But no—you had to go and whimper to the Beta like some weak little rat.”

With trembling lips, Mira choked, “Please… don’t…”

Sisi sneered. “You were nothing! Just a maid! You think you ...