Penelope POV
"Say it again," I said.
Marcella gasped for air on the marble floor. Her chest heaved. Her face twisted into a smug, ugly smile. She actually thought she had won.
"You heard me, you b***h," Marcella spat.
I took one slow step forward.
The heavy crystal chandeliers above us flickered. The light in the Grand Gala Hall dimmed to a dull, bruised purple.
"Look at me," I said.
I did not scream. I did not raise my voice.
I simply let go of the leash inside my mind.
The Alpha pressure exploded out of my skin. It was not just raw strength. It was the absolute, crushing weight of Aria’s fury. It carried the pure, ancient bloodline of the Lycan King. It was the kind of authority that never begged. It broke things.
A heavy, golden wave of psychic force rippled across the floorbo
