Serene's Pov.
The glass hit her with a sickening sound on the head.
Horror, disgust, and anger all fought for a place on her face. When she moved, I followed suit — but faster. This time, I reached for the entirety of the wine bottle and sent it hurling towards her, but before it could make contact, the Alpha King pulled it towards him and onto his palm.
With a sigh, he plopped the wine down on the table.
“Are you not going to say anything about this, your highness?” Roman asked, voice shaking in anger.
The King turned to me. “Fighting at the dining is a prohibited thing. Do not do that again.”
Mad beyond words, Ianthe stood up, but before she could make any other move, she froze in place. And began to choke.
Everyone at the table watched, stunned. It wasn't the Alpha King. Then...
