Xavier
The moment the wine left Sasha Lupin's glass and spread across Sienna's dress, I knew exactly what she was doing.
My wolf stirred in irritation, a low rumble building in my chest that I forced down with practiced ease.
Sasha looked apologetic enough to anyone who didn't know better. Her head bowed, her voice soft, her hands fluttering in false panic as she cowered like she had been slapped.
But I had seen the flash in her eyes.
It was similar to my secretary Feyre's look.
It was cunning and daring and full of masked pity.
And when I glanced around the hall, the sight that greeted me only deepened the cold anger rising in my chest.
People were staring at Sienna, not with sympathy, but with open disdain.
Some whispered behind their glasses of wine. Others openly watched, as if waiting to see how the strange woman that had only just come to stand beside me would react.
My mate.
The Luna of this pack, whether anyone liked it or not.
