The moans were unmistakable—hers and his—playing loudly for everyone to hear.
Then Xavier’s voice followed, clear and undeniable. “I’ll marry you soon, Victoria. I promise. You and our son, Liam, deserve everything. Brielle is only a stepping stone.”
Shock exploded through the room. Whispers erupted, wolves turning to stare at me, horror and pity mixing in their expressions.
Victoria covered her mouth, feigning panic. “Oh no… I don’t know how that played… I’m so sorry—”
But when her eyes met mine, she smirked.
That tiny curl of satisfaction revealed everything. It wasn’t an accident. She planned this. She wanted to humiliate me completely.
I struggled to breathe. My vision spun, voices blending into meaningless noise.
Suddenly, a strong hand gripped my arm.
Startled, I looked up.
A tall man stood beside me, cloaked and unfamiliar. His scent was powerful, different, foreign.
“Who—” I began.
“Don’t speak,” he murmured quietly. His tone was calm but firm. “Your brother sent me. I’m here to take you away.”
Before I could react, he pulled me upright. The guards moved to stop him, but he moved faster, knocking them aside effortlessly. Chaos erupted as the crowd screamed.