Camille's POV
Lucian irritably loosened his collar.
"Come on, for the Moon Goddess's sake, he's just a five-year-old kid!"
I suddenly let out a laugh.
"So you're saying Lara, Gillian, and Rowan can slander and smear me all they want, but the moment I try to defend myself with evidence, I'm just being petty and unreasonable?"
I stared numbly at his cold face.
"Alpha Lucian Lynch, does being marked by you mean permanently losing my dignity? Does it mean I have to bow down not just to you, but to every single friend you have? To live like a slave?"
The scents of burnt wood and fir radiating from him violently clashed in the air.
The veins on his forehead popped as he roared, "Camille! Are you really going to air our dirty laundry in a public place like a school?"
I shot back without
