Chapter 90: Pride and Pain
(Eden's POV)
The clatter of silverware against the polished oak table echoed through the quiet dining room. The atmosphere was suffocating despite the absence of anyone but the two of us. I pushed the food around on the delicate porcelain plate, appetite nonexistent.
Dinner in the Pack House’s formal dining room wasn’t my idea. It had Alexander written all over it—formal, calculated, and as overwhelming as the man himself.
He sat across from me, his expression unreadable, though I noted the tension in his shoulders and the rigid way he gripped the edge of the table. The silence between us was stretching too thin, brittle as glass.
I had thought this would be another one of Alexander’s attempts to impose his authority, to badger me into submission. But w
