Julian POV
"Get out of my way," Penelope said.
Her voice did not shake. It did not carry the weight of our past three years of marriage. It was cold. It was the tone of a true Alpha commanding a stray dog on the street.
The starlight silk of her gown brushed against my trousers as she stepped past me. The fabric felt like ice. Her scent hit me a second later, a suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated power that forced my knees to lock. Asher clawed at the inside of my ribs, his inner wolf letting out a high, pathetic whine. He wanted to bow. My own wolf wanted to submit to the woman who used to cook my breakfast in silence.
"Julian," Hazel whispered, her fingers digging into my forearm. "Look at her. She is mocking us."
I did not look at Hazel. My eyes were glued to the back of Penelo
