Aurora’s POV
The room had gone deathly still.
My gaze landed on Nova, her figure trembling oh-so-pitifully in Alexander’s arms. The act was flawless. Her voice, her tears, the way she buried herself into the Alpha’s chest like she belonged there.
She didn’t.
But no one else seemed to notice.
Alexander’s parents looked shaken. Ruppert’s fists were clenched in rage. Lady Helena wore a mask of shock, torn between maternal affection and complete humiliation. And Alexander… he just stood there, holding her.
In front of me.
In front of everyone.
It burned. Gods, it burned deeper than any blade ever could. But I would not let them see the blood.
Instead, I stepped forward with perfect composure. My lips curled into the faintest, coldest smile, and my voice—steady, clear—cut through the s
