Since I didn’t want to upset her, I offered a soft reassurance, “As your mother, it truly doesn’t bother me. While we’re here in the infirmary, I need you to play along, okay? We just want to ensure you’re prepared for your training.”
Beatrice didn’t hesitate to agree. I guided her to the infirmary, where the healer, thorough in his examination, stressed the need for precision. He informed us that the results would take three days to a week to be finalized.
Afterward, I took Beatrice to a nearby salon, where she eagerly transformed her hair into the chic short style she had always wanted.
When we returned to the pack mansion, I anticipated Alpha Asher would be thrilled by Beatrice’s new look. However, that hope instantly shattered as soon as he looked at her. His face darkened, and a storm of fury ignited in his gaze.
In a voice that echoed like thunder, he roared, “Vienna, who gave you the authority to cut Beatrice's hair?!”
Beatrice, frightened by his wrath, instinctively hid behind me, peering out nervously at Alpha Asher’s furious glare.
It left me speechless. I knew how heavy Alpha Asher's responsibilities weighed on him. Yet, this reaction felt like a storm brewing out of nowhere.