"Oh, where do you think you're going?"
Jewel Jones blocked my path, standing in front of me with her tall, proud frame, a smirk of practiced superiority on her face. The harsh overhead lights danced off the sparkling gems at her neckline, but the gaze in her eyes was anything but refined.
I didn't move, not even when the smell of her pride filled the air.
"I don't remember I needed your approval to walk," I replied with a calm tone.
Jewel laughed without amusement, crossing her arms. "Still holding on to Jay, huh? Even after the entire pack knows he already has a mate? It's becoming embarrassing, Melody."
Behind her, Samantha stood like a specter—mute, little, and wretched. Her head was bent, her hands wringing nervously at the hem of her sleeve. Her eyes were reddened, and it was evi
