**Alpha Barrett's POV**

I couldn't control my anger at the thought of what she did, she dared to deny me. Pretending she didn't know me, "What was she playing at?" I muttered to myself.

"You need to get ready for the ball, Alpha," Priscilla said, walking in with some maids. "I brought your suit," she said again, revealing a black tuxedo suit, her maid held it behind the bar.

"I'm not in the mood for that, you can go alone," I replied, walking away.

"You won't attend even though Micaela ...