Chapter 99: Pack Politics
(Cassandra's POV)
I stood there, watching the young wolf as she practically glued herself to Alexander, her every move exaggerated for attention. She clutched his formal robes like a lifeline, tilting her head up with wide, adoring eyes. The performance was almost laughable.
My wolf growled softly beneath my calm exterior, an instinctive warning. But I kept my composure, unwilling to give the others the satisfaction of seeing me ruffled.
Without bothering to ask or offer any polite warning, I reached out and grabbed her collar.
Her designer dress crumpled in my grasp as I yanked her away from Alexander with deliberate force. She stumbled backward, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as she fought to regain her balance.
The girl’s pretty
