As the princess of the Snowfang Pack, I was born with the pride of a noble wolf. Every decision I made required careful deliberation. I had to consider my parents, and the interests of my clan—I couldn’t afford to recklessly lay down my life for someone.
But we both ignored another possibility.
Even if Ryan had been gravely injured and unconscious in the wilderness, his wolf pack markings, his natural aura of dominance, and the battle robes woven from the shadows of the moon itself that he wore—all of it screamed his exalted status.
Whether he was the future alpha of the pack or one of its top elites, his power was undeniable.
From the very beginning, Saya had seen him for what he truly was—her only path to glory and status.
“Enough!” Ryan’s sharp voice suddenly cut through the tension.
The room fell silent.
Saya flinched, her body trembling as she slowly lifted her gaze. Her eyes were wide and filled with helpless innocence as she looked at me.
Her intentions couldn’t have been clearer.
She had destroyed my engagement, made me a laughingstock in front of the entire pack, and now she played the part of the remorseful sinner. She was putting on an act, hoping I would pity her enough to hand her a graceful way out.
Fine.
Let her continue this charade.
I arched a brow and leisurely sipped my wine.
Saya noticed my cold reaction. She gritted her teeth and leaned forward, ready to slap herself again.
But before she could, Ryan strode forward and knocked the glass out of my hand.
“Selina, don’t push it!” he growled.
