Tension

The tension in the room reached its peak. The mistresses, filled with rage and disbelief, struggled to find a response, while Dimitri battled his own internal turmoil. Valine, fully aware of the chaos she had ignited, drank the orange juice set on the table, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had succeeded in capturing their attention, setting the stage for a seductive dance of power, desire, and secrets that would forever alter the dynamics within the mansion's walls. Selena, one of the mistresses, seized the opportunity to belittle Valine, relishing the chance to assert her superiority. Her voice dripped with condescension as she addressed Valine directly. "Valine, you delude yourself if you believe you deserve to be the Alpha King’s woman. You are nothing more than an interloper, an outsider who stumbled into our lives" She met Selena’s cold gaze with a smile on her face. "It is not for you to decide who deserves whom." Sofia, another mistress, cut in, her voice laced with rea