Chapter 10: This is My Room
(Aria's POV)
Alexander was faltering. The eighth glass of moon wine trembled in his hand, the once-proud posture of the Storm Pack’s heir now slumped with weakness. He was trying, his jaw clenched, his expression one of forced defiance. But his wolf was giving up. Even through the faint bond we shared, decayed by years of betrayal and the suppression potion, I could feel the broken, pitiful whimpers of his wolf.
This was no test of apology; it was a punishment.
The room was silent except for the faint murmurs from the gathered wolves. Their gazes burned into us, some mocking, some curious, and a handful watching with faint pity. Each pair of eyes bore into me, into the fabric of 'our' relationship.
Alexander lifted the glass to his lips, but his grip f
