A more suffocating silence enveloped the dining room as everyone ate in silence.
The servants around them weren't even brave enough to move. Their footsteps stiffened, their breathing shallow, and dinner dragged on slowly with all eyes fixed on Asher and Xavier's feeding saga. Whether it looked like a romantic dinner date or some twisted power display, no one could decode.
Xavier slowly took the last bite of his porridge before turning to the others at the table with a cold smile.
"He is completely mine, so get used to it."
He didn't meet anyone's eyes—not like they ever qualified to meet his gaze anyway.
Only Asher could look him in the eyes, and perhaps his closest companion—his second-in-command, his beta Nolan—and a few of his squad members. If it were any of them, Xavier could at least tolerate it.
But for the pathetic fishes staring at him around the table?
Pardoning them was the last thing on his mind.
