208. THE MOST IMPORTANT MAN.
VICTORIA
Suddenly, his Beta burst into the cramped room that was already overcrowded.
The moment he saw me, he frowned, instantly picking up on the dangerous situation.
“My Lord, the cargo is ready. We can return to the fortress,” he said quietly, like he was dealing with a wild beast.
Rousse stepped to my side, shooting me one of his disapproving looks.
The Lord stood still, hesitating.
He kept glancing back and forth between Rousse and me, probably debating whether to rip us apart or take us prisoner.
“Let’s go.”
I almost let out a sigh when he barked out that command.
He stormed off the same way he came in, that clingy little woman trailing behind him like a piece of gum stuck to his heel.
Double standard.
If he let me go, why the hell did he want me back now?
The room was nearly empty.
“Pack up everything we bought. We’re taking it,” Rousse told the poor maid trembling in the corner.
I didn’t blame her—the oppressive aura that had filled the place made her inner wolf whimper in pa