I knew that look in his eyes. This wasn’t just about pack law. He wanted to make an example out of me.
The warriors shoved me down to my knees, my wolf thrashing and howling inside me. One of them forced my head forward, my cheek scraping against the cold tiles.
“Slap her,” Mavros ordered, his voice flat, detached, like he was talking about the weather.
Vivian gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like a bad actress. “No, Alpha Mavros, please... I don’t want her to get hurt.”
Liar.
Her tone shifted, dripping with faux sweetness. "Let me do it. She’s my sister. It’s my place to punish her, not yours."
A warrior grabbed my chin, yanking my head up. Vivian stepped closer, her face glowing with sick satisfaction. Then her hand lashed out, sharp and fast.
The first slap stung like fire. The second was worse. Her nails dragged across my cheek, leaving hot trails of blood dripping down my jaw.
“Oh no, Sis Izara!” she gasped, her voice trembling with fake remorse. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
I locked eyes with her, my glare as sharp as a blade.
“She deserved it,” Mavros said coldly, not even glancing my way. “Don’t waste your sympathy on her, Vivian.”
The warriors released me, and I crumpled to the floor. Blood smeared across the pristine white tiles, and my wolf whimpered inside me. But I silenced her. I wasn’t weak. Not now. Not ever.
“You still owe your sister an apology,” Mavros growled, his voice dripping with menace.
I forced myself up, my legs trembling but steady. My eyes bore into his, unflinching. “I owe her nothing,” I said, my voice steady as steel. “No one accuses my son of something he didn’t do and gets away with it. She deserves worse than a slap for that.”
Mavros’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. His frustration was clear, but I didn’t care.
“Just do what I told you,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Apologize to your sister, Izara. If you do, I’ll visit your son whenever you want. I’ll make you Luna. Legalize our marriage. Seal our bond.”
