Pain shot through my ribs, but I barely had time to react before his fists came down again, wild and furious. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, his little body shaking with anger.
“I hate you! I hate you!” he cried. “You should be cast out from the pack forever!”
The guards at the edge of the Moonhall shifted uncertainly, unsure if they should intervene. No one dared touch the Alpha’s son.
And Brexon…
He just watched.
Did nothing.
I swallowed the pain, forcing myself to stay still. I wasn’t going to fight a pup—especially not his pup. But goddess, the betrayal burned like hellfire.
I lifted my gaze—and that’s when I saw it.
A smirk. Just a flicker.
Lyssa’s grief vanished from her face, replaced by a victorious gleam before she quickly wiped it away, clinging to Brexon’s arm like a fragile she-wolf in need of protection.
“She wants to tear us apart, Brexon,” she whispered brokenly. “She can’t accept that you chose me a Luna.”
Brexon exhaled sharply, his shoulders trembling as his aura shifted. The air thickened. Every wolf in the ballroom stiffened and then bowed instinctively as his Alpha dominance rolled out like a storm.
Except me.