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Two red spots appeared high on Micah’s cheekbones.

“Bitch,” she snarled, raising her hand to hit me, but I caught it easily.

I tugged her forward with more strength than I’d known I had.

“I tried to understand your betrayal. I gave you chance after chance, but not anymore,” I growled. “Luna or not, I won’t lie down and let you walk all over me.”

The look of anger on Micah’s face gave way to a satisfied smile that rubbed me the wrong way.

“Do you know what the punishment for disobeying your luna is in the Nightshade Pack?” Micah mocked, and I realized this had been her plan all along.

Force me to submit or humiliate me until I broke and defied her—it was a win-win situation.

The doors to the receiving hall slammed open, and the smirk on Micah’s face disappeared.

A familiar hand settled on my lower back, sending pleasurable tingles down my spine.

“Excuse us,” Alexander said to Micah, and it wasn’t a request. It was a command.

As my mate escorted me away, the rage in Micah’s eyes silently promised that next time, my mate wouldn’t be there to save me.

We didn’t get far before Alexander pushed me into a room similar to the one we’d just exited, except this one smelled like him.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but Alexander rounded on me before I could speak, his eyes dark with anger.

“Have you taken complete leave of your senses?” he growled.

I blinked at him, completely confused.

“What do you mean?”

But Alexander wasn’t done.

“I leave you for one moment,just one, and you manage to get yourself into a bind,” he seethed. “Are you unable to keep yourself out of danger?”

“But Micah was—” I tried to explain, but Alexander didn’t let me finish.

“Micah is the luna of the Nightshade Pack, and you should’ve known better than to insult her in front of an audience!” he thundered.

“I didn’t insult her,” I corrected, my temper rising at Alexander’s words.

Whose side was he on?

“I stood up for myself, just like you suggested not so long ago,” I reminded him.

Alexander’s jaw clenched. It seemed he didn’t like his own words thrown back at him. Pity.

“Maybe you wouldn’t need tostand up for yourselfif you hadn’t stolen her dance with her mate in front of the entire pack,” Alexander said finally, his voice heavy with the implication that I had been the one to start the fight with Micah.

Unbelievable.

“I didn’t steal—you know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I bit out, turning away from him and heading for the door. “Think whatever you want.”

I was so done with this conversation.

As I reached for the doorknob, I tossed a parting shot over my shoulder.

“And next time, please don’t interfere. I can get out ofmy bindsmyself.”

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