SOPHIA’S POV
The air in the banquet hall changed the moment Zade stood in front of us. It was strange how one person could shift an entire room without raising his voice.
My wolf rose fully inside me. His presence made her alert.
Zade walked through the room like he owned it. That was the only way to describe it.
The conversations that had paused when he entered didn’t fully resume. People watched him the way wolves watched dominant energy moving through a room.
He stopped in front of Damien.
"Stone," Zade said.
Damien’s expression stayed neutral. "Morrison."
Zade’s eyes moved to me. He looked me up and down. I watched as his eyes took in my dress, the hair, and everything else on my body.
Then he looked back at Damien.
" Since Sophia is only your secretary tonight, perhaps you won’t mind lending her to me for a while.” he said with a smile.
The table that had been listening went very still.
“She is not an item to borrow,” Damien said coldly.
Zade smiled “Then introduce her properly,”
The silence that followed was loud.
I looked at Damien. He could have ended it with one sentence - She is my wife.
That was all. But he said nothing.
I looked at Zade with narrowed eyes.
"I’m standing right here," I said.
"I know," Zade said, still looking at Damien. "I’m asking him because he’s the one who needs to admit he’s wasting what he has."
Damien said nothing. His wolf energy, which had been controlled all evening, came out a little. His jaw tightened.
But before he could respond, the air shifted again.
Tiffany came in first. She was wearing an ivory dress. Her hair was perfect as usual. Simon was behind her, then Peter. Two others I recognized from previous Stone gatherings followed them.
Damien’s attention moved. He immediately walked over to Tiffany to hold her. He said something low near her ear. She smiled.
My wolf didn’t even flinch.
Zade, beside me, watched it too. Something moved through his jaw.
"Sophia-" he started.
"Don’t," I said quietly.
Peter stepped closer to me. He had a drink in his hand.
“You clean up well,” he said, looking me over in a way that made my skin crawl. “Too bad no one here is interested.”
My wolf bared her teeth inside me.
I looked at him without blinking.
“You should worry less about who is interested in me,” I said calmly, “and more about why decent women need to be forced into rooms with you.”
The smile dropped from his face. Simon let out a low whistle.
Peter’s eyes darkened. “Watch your mouth.”
“Why?” I asked, tilting my head.. “Truth offends you?”
He stepped closer. I could smell the liquor coming from his mouth.
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