Gloria POV
My savior, that was what I call him in my mind now, folded his arms and looked at Hunter with pure disdain. I heard one of the guards whisper something to Hunter, but I didn't catch it. My human hearing isn't as sharp as a werewolf's, but whatever he said made Hunter’s eyes widen. Hunter shifted his gaze over to my savior with a sudden, tense posture. “Alpha Jones, what are you doing in my prison? The ceremony is about to start, and all guests should be in the main hall,” Hunter said.
He tried to sound authoritative, but I know my mate, or rather, my ex-mate. He was anything but composed. He was confused, his face and eyes showing a mix of hurt and worry. Surely it was all for Charlotte, because he didn't seem to care about me at all anymore. “Alpha Nick,” my savior answered,
