Xavier placed his fork down with a sharp clang. “Brielle.” His voice carried a warning. “Is it really so hard to do a simple favor without creating an issue?”
Under the table, I clenched my fists, my wolf stirring restlessly inside me—hurt, humiliated, ready to snap. But I swallowed the surge of emotion, picked up the pitcher, and poured juice into her glass.
Victoria smiled, smug satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she murmured sweetly, her tone as smooth and poisonous as silk.
For a moment, I imagined throwing the glass straight at her face.
Xavier leaned back in his chair, studying me, his irritation shifting into something colder. “Brielle, has Moonveil Pack transferred the funds yet? We’ll need extra budget for Liam’s birthday.”
For Liam.
Not for me. Not even though the money came from my family.
My jaw tightened. “You’re asking about money again?”
“It’s for the pack,” he replied calmly. “You know Stormvale doesn’t have the same wealth as Moonveil. If you could ask your parents—”