The irony wasn’t lost on me. When I was falling for him, I was cautious, meticulous around him, always hoping to earn his approval. I had given him my genuine affection, fearful that he might turn away from me. But nothing I did was ever enough. I could never measure up to Ophelia in his eyes.
Caspian looked taken aback for a moment, but his surprise quickly hardened into resolve. He settled back on the couch with Ophelia nestled in his arms, his gaze fixed on me with an almost casual air. “Claire, don’t make me angry,” he warned.
His wolf guards, who had been silent witnesses to the scene, stepped forward, blocking my path. With a steely glare, they escorted me back in front of Caspian and Ophelia.
Caspian’s posture was relaxed, but the pressure in the room was suffocating. He sat there with his legs crossed, his eyes locked onto me with an unnerving calm. “Apologize to Ophelia,” he said again, his tone brooking no argument.
Ophelia flashed me a challenging smile, then turned to Caspian with a feigned sweetness. “It’s okay, Alpha. Claire didn’t mean it.”