Despite everything he had done, there he stood—unapologetic and audacious, playing the victim in front of me.
"Alpha Dashiell," I said with icy detachment, "Callista is carrying your pup. You should be tending to her, not wasting time on someone who's no longer in your life."
His face darkened in an instant. Before I could react, his hands shot out, gripping my shoulders with a force that could break stone. His fury spilled over. "Ione, are you even listening to yourself? Is this how a Luna speaks?"
Without a second’s hesitation, Beta Zephyr surged forward, shoving Alpha Dashiell away and stepping between us like a wall. But Alpha Dashiell wasn’t finished. He balled his fists, ready to lash out.
Though Beta Zephyr was a Beta, not a fighter by nature, he was far from weak. With effortle
