Victor's POV
Justin’s voice grated against my ears, sharp enough to make my wolf stir beneath my skin.
“And Reuben… he’s completely lost his mind! Bringing that woman to his mother’s birthday gathering, then defending her in front of his pack and other packs represented… Did he even think about how Laura would feel?”
He kept going, pacing like an agitated beta who’d been personally insulted. His scent carried irritation, thick and sour, but beneath it, there was concern… not for Reuben, but for me.
I leaned back in my chair, forcing my wolf to settle, though it bristled at the noise.
“Reuben didn’t invite her,” I said calmly. “His mother did.”
I lifted the cup in front of me and took a slow sip. The bitterness hit my tongue. It was sharp and biting. My nose wrinkled instinctively.
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