ROBYN
I stood in front of him in the black gown he'd chosen for me, watching the press assemble on the lawn like vultures who already smelled blood.
"I want to issue a formal apology," Kane said across the microphones, "to the Alpha of Green Thorne. My conduct at his event was out of character and inexcusable. I acted to protect my wife, but that does not excuse the manner in which I handled it."
His eyes flicked to me for half a second before returning to the cameras.
A hand shot up. "Alpha, were you compelled by her to make this decision?"
His jaw tightened, the muscle in his cheek jumping.
"I will be taking no further questions," he said, flat and final. "Thank you."
He turned and walked back inside, and the door slammed shut behind him hard enough that I felt it in my chest.
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