CLAIRE'S POV
Isabella came storming toward me like a rabid wolf, her heels clattering against the marble—each step syncing with her rage.
She barely got close before Lucas’s hand cracked across her face.
The slap echoed, silencing the crowd in the banquet hall.
Guests began chattering. Though most of them were men—wolves loved blood, even if it came in the form of scandal.
Isabella staggered, eyes wide in disbelief. Her wolf flared—outraged, humiliated—but she was no match for Lucas’s dominance.
I hadn’t expected it either, that Lucas would strike her here, in front of everyone.
Such an entertaining night.
“You hit me?” she shrieked, clutching her cheek. “For her?”
Lucas’s breathing turned heavy. Rage and disgust burned in his eyes.
“How dare you crash someone else’s party and m
