Chapter Thirty-three

(Ashton pov)

Gwendolyn was like an open book. She was so predictable that I could easily infuriate her without trying so hard.

And that was something I triumphed over doing. I enjoyed seeing her humiliated. Watching her left speechless, and those chubby cheeks stain with a deep shade of red in embarrassment each time she is caught off-guard.

But, today at dinner my plan didn't seem to go as I intended. I intentionally ignore telling her about the traditional acceptance speech offered to any new guest that came into the pack, especially the palace. Because just like every other time, I wanted to reveal how inadequate she was as my Queen to the public.

Just to see her break.

However, it crashed back into my face. Much to my distaste. It appeared someone had informed her about the ritual and that someone I suspect to be my sister. Only her could ruin my plans.

And to add to my anger at a failed plan, I caught her blushing to something the guest said.

It dealt a blow at me. Reminded me of