**Chloe's POV**

My father returns from seeing off our guests.

The fawning smile he wore for Astrein has vanished completely. In its place is the cold, stern expression I know so well—the face of an Alpha who tolerates no failure.

The contrast makes my blood boil. Yet I don't dare voice my anger.

"Father," I say, forcing humility into my voice. "I'm sorry. I know I embarrassed you tonight."

He doesn't even look at ...