Chapter 92: Pride and Protection
(Cassandra's POV)
Alexander stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate as if each step was an unspoken declaration of war. His presence was magnetic, and every eye in the room turned toward him. His hand was sudden on my lower back—a firm, steadying presence that sent a pulse of energy through our mate bond.
"My mate's honor," he began, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through stone, "is beyond question."
The sheer weight of his words rolled through the hall, silencing the whispers and mutterings instantly. Wolves tensed, torn between awe and fear.
"Any who dare suggest otherwise will answer to me personally."
The finality of his statement left no room for interpretation, no space for doubt. Alexander Stone had spoken. His dominio
