[Third Person].
Dennis’s biting words came fast. "First, you arrive unannounced. Second, you plan a sabotage against the Luna. Third, you ignore the Alpha’s direct instruction the moment we step out for an emergency—and wander straight to the event he explicitly told you not to approach."
Dennis’s chest rose as he took a breath. "Fourth, instead of apologizing, you lie, you deny your actions, and you twist words."
His finger lowered, but his voice hardened. "Wanda Fellowes, who the fuck do you think you are?!"
The room fell silent. Meredith wasn’t surprised to see Dennis vent—she had seen flashes of his temper before. But this... this was different. It was raw and deep. Years of anger and dissatisfaction laid bare.
And she felt a quiet, undeniable satisfaction that he didn’t spare Wanda at all. In fact, she enjoyed watching him tear her dignity to pieces, leaving no crumbs behind.
Meanwhile, Wanda stared at Dennis, completely stunned. She hadn’t expected this from him. Humiliation burned hot in her throat, resentment curling sharply in her chest.
Being exposed here, in front of Draven, cut deeper than she had imagined.
When she finally looked back at Draven, her breath caught in her throat. His face was calm—too calm. And that was when she understood that whatever he had decided, she was not changing his mind.
Suddenly, a sob rose, half-real, and half-calculated, as Wanda pushed herself to her feet. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Draven," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please. I didn’t mean any harm. I was only trying—"
She faltered, suddenly unsure how to plead because one thing was clear now. She would be leaving the Oatrun Estate in tears.
And all she could do was beg desperately that the Alpha might still show her mercy for old time’s sake. She has been his childhood friend after all, long before Meredith came into the picture.
At the thought of Meredith, Wanda hid her rage and turned towards her, then, pride screaming in protest even as necessity forced her to bow her head just a fraction.
"I truly didn’t mean any harm to you," Wanda said quickly, forcing sincerity into her tone. "If I had, my actions today would have been very different. I was only playing harmless, childish tricks. Nothing more."
Then she looked back at Draven, pleading. "You know me. I’ve always liked testing people."
Dennis scoffed openly and turned his head away, clearly done pretending she was worth another second.
Meredith, however, was very still. She felt Wanda’s fury deep within her. And as clear as daylight, she heard the resentment, the contempt, and the venom barely contained.
She heard the curses Wanda spewed against her, and her breath slowed.
"So I can actually hear you," Meredith realized, a quiet thrill settling beneath her anger. Wanda’s mental defences, which had been elusive, meant nothing now. She could reach Wanda no matter how tightly she tried to close herself off.
Right there, Meredith made a decision. She will not let Wanda off so easily, and she will also vent her anger just the way Dennis had done so, no stone will be left unturned, and Draven will make the right decision.
But it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him; rather, she felt that aggravating the situation and exposing how disrespectful Wanda had been to her would help him take a harsher stand and deal with Wanda as she deserved.

Inside, Meredith also heard her confusion this time. ’Since when did she dare to openly complain about me?’
Meredith almost smiled. ’You thought I was a pushover,’ she thought coldly. ’You probably rejoiced and became even more arrogant every time I stayed silent and didn’t report you to Draven. That ends today.
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