#Chapter 469: Lowered

Olivia “Do pour me a drink, won’t you, dear?” A tense silence fell in the wake of Alpha Dan’s patronizing demand, all eyes settling uncomfortably on me. My hands trembled ever so slightly around the teapot as I turned, meeting Dan’s mocking gaze. “A drink?” I asked. “You heard me,” Dan said, his upper lip curling back a bit to reveal a smug smirk. “I’m a bit thirsty.” Normally, one of my guests asking for a drink would have been a no-brainer; I would have happily poured tea for any of my guests. But something about Dan’s patronizing tone gave me pause. Dan chuckled, noticing my hesitation. “It’s only tea, dear,” he said. “You’re the hostess, are you not?” Suddenly, Angela stood, her hands curled into fists. “Don’t be so—” she began, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “It’s alright,” I said softly, then turned to Nathan. “My back is hurting, if you wouldn’t mind.” Nathan nodded without hesitation. “Of course.” Once again, it was a no-brainer; Nathan