“That filthy wolf,” he muttered. “He dares humiliate a daughter of Moonveil?”
Benedict’s voice was low and trembling with fury. “Father, give me the order. I’ll burn his pack to the ground.”
“No,” I said quickly. “No, Ben. Please. I don’t want war.”
He turned to me, eyes wild. “After what he did to you? After he made you kneel in front of everyone?”
Tears welled in my eyes again. “I don’t want innocent wolves to get hurt because of me.”
My mother stood and went to me, brushing my hair gently. “You’re too kind, Brielle. But sometimes peace must be earned with strength.”
My father’s voice cut through the tension. “There will be no weakness in this house.” He leaned forward, his expression hard. “That man ruined your name. The other packs are already whispering. If we don’t act, our daughter will become a laughingstock.”
I looked down. I knew he was right. In our world, reputation was everything. An Alpha’s daughter who was rejected and betrayed, it was scandalous.
“What will you do?” I asked quietly.
My father exchanged a glance with Benedict. Then he said, “We will make Alpha Xavier pay for what he’s done. But that’s not what’s more important now.”