Chapter 27: Argument
(Grace's POV)
The atmosphere in Alexander's office was unbearable, thick with tension and raw energy. His towering figure stood rigid near his desk, his golden eyes flashing dangerously between gold and red as his patience frayed.
My chest tightened, but I forced myself to meet his glare. "Victoria has no right to be part of those rituals. They're sacred. They're reserved for mates. For true mates."
"You don't know anything about those rituals," he growled. His voice was low, threatening, and his wolf stirred, daring me to challenge him further.
"How can you even say that?" I snapped, my voice trembling but growing louder with the weight of my hurt. "I'm supposed to be your mate, Alexander! Yet you let her stand where only I should be? You let her act like—"
