Amelia
"Xavier," Pamela cut in smoothly, "your dad has worked hard to arrange this alliance. You know your responsibilities to the pack."
"My responsibilities," Xavier echoed, his gaze sweeping the room before landing, unexpectedly, on me.
Something passed between us in that moment, some unspoken communication that made my heart race. Then his gaze shuttered, and he looked away.
"Of course," he said flatly. "The pack comes first."
Violet leaned closer to him, a triumphant smile playing at her lips. "I knew you'd see reason, Xavier. We'll be so good together.”
I couldn't bear it anymore. The sight of her touching him, the smell of her perfume mixing with his scent, the smug satisfaction on Frank's face. It was too much.
"Excuse me," I whispered, backing toward the door. "I'll just,
