The air around him shifted the moment Ashton's expression hardened. It wasn't just anger, it was pressure, heavy and silent, like the space itself had learned to obey him.
"Can I help you, Mr. Fuller?" I asked, my voice coming out calmer than I felt. But inside, something in me recoiled. I didn't feel like his mate here. I felt like someone standing outside the pack circle, unwanted and watched.
The more I stood there, the more that feeling grew. Something inside me bristled, restless and sharp. Even my gaze on him turned stubborn, refusing to look away first.
"Apologize," he said, voice low but absolute.
My brows tightened. Heat rushed through me, fast and ugly. "Have you lost your mind, Ashton? Why the hell should I apologize?"
"You pushed her," he said, unmoving, voice deep and cold.
A laugh broke out of me, sharp with disbelief. "You need your eyes checked, Ashton."
"Scarlett Stovall." His tone dropped, full name cutting through everything. "Apologize. Now."
