One of the guards stepped forward, his hand raised to strike me. Just as he was about to land the blow, Ophelia intervened, her voice filled with an affected concern. “Alpha, she’s still my sister. Men can be too harsh, and I’m afraid they might hurt her.”
Caspian looked at her with a hint of approval. “If she really needs to learn a lesson, I should do it,” Ophelia said, her tone dripping with false sweetness.
Caspian didn’t object. With a smug satisfaction, Ophelia raised her hand and slapped me twice. Her long nails cut into my cheek, leaving a trail of blood and pain. She looked at Caspian with a falsely troubled expression. “Alpha, what should we do? I’ve hurt Claire.”
Caspian snorted dismissively. “She deserves it, Ophelia. You’re too kind, worrying about her even though she hurt you first.”
The guards released me, and I fell to the ground, my body aching from the impact. I looked up at Caspian, anger burning in my eyes. “Claire, you owe Ophelia an apology,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding.