Ella
The moment Paige’s name was announced by the hotel manager—sharp, merciless, echoing through the hall like a judge’s gavel—the entire engagement party froze. For a heartbeat, no one breathed. Even the chandeliers seemed to stop gleaming, suspended in the heavy silence.
And there I stood, my hand wrapped securely in Kane’s, feeling the electric hum of our bond pulse between our palms like a live wire. His wolf, always simmering beneath the surface, stirred with faint amusement. Mine… mine shifted with a strange, dark satisfaction I wasn’t used to. It startled me, how much I felt her stir whenever Paige crossed a line. Maybe humiliation tasted worse to a wolf than to a human—it certainly smelled stronger.
Paige, on the other hand, looked like a statue someone had smashed with a hamme
