The alcohol trickled slowly down Niklaus's eyebrows and jawline, soaking into the collar of his expensive shirt. When had the Alpha of Whitecrown Pack ever endured such humiliation?
His handsome lips curved into a sharp line, his entire body radiating dominance and authority. The scent of sandalwood grew stronger.
Yet Freya didn't back down. She lifted her chin in defiance, challenging him openly.
Vicki urged Freya, "Niklaus is still calm for now, but I can feel he's about to lose his temper. We should get out of here."
Through their mate bond, Freya could sense it too, but she refused to show any weakness. Putting on a defiant front, she shot him a scornful look before turning to leave.
"Wow!" Leonard couldn't help but exclaim. Someone had actually dared to throw a drink
