Roman immediately tugged Violet into his side, his glare promising blood if anyone got too close. Griffin stepped in front of them, his broad shoulders blocking the cameras, and he growled, "Back. Off."
The reporters slowed at last, but the damage was already done.
Roman and Griffin each grabbed Violet’s arm and steered her through the throng, shielding her with their bodies. Flashes still sparked from behind as a few persistent reporters tried to follow them, but security formed a wall at the threshold.
"No further," one of the guards barked.
Violet’s pulse was still racing. She felt flustered, like some cheap product displayed at a market stall for anyone to appraise. The Matebond was important, yes, but she was more than just the mark on her skin. And damn it, a little warning would have been nice.
"Wasn’t this supposed to be a small party?" she asked, annoyed.
Where did the reporters come from?
Roman exhaled loudly, his hand rubbing her arm. "Elijah does whatever he likes."
Griffin’s jaw was clenched hard. He said, his voice clipped. "And I bet he did this on purpose to rattle us. We should be ready for whatever else he has planned tonight."
They stepped into the center of the garden, and Violet immediately felt the weight of dozens of stares. Not just the wolves, important humans too, probably politicians, and businessmen, all mingled together, sipping wine under the glow of the lights strung from the branches.
Their gazes slid toward her, curious, awed and impressed. Violet’s throat tightened. She had never been a fan of attention, and certainly, not now.
She caught sight of Leon Draven standing with Alexa. Roman’s father looked straight at his son, hurt flashing in his eyes when Roman pretended not to see him. Alexa’s expression softened with guilt, perhaps, before vanishing behind her usual mask.
Violet said nothing. Roman’s parents deserved every ounce of his silence and she wasn’t about to interfere.
"Here you are."
Alpha Irene approached them with commanding poise, her sculpted body filling out a red dress that bared her strong arms. The fabric hugged her figure, bold without being gaudy. Clearly, the woman had a love for red.
She smiled warmly at Violet, her eyes lighting up. "You look marvelous in that dress."
"Thank you," Violet said, managing a small smile.
She turned to the boys. "Both of you don’t look bad either."
Unlike Griffin, who only gave a cool nod, Roman grinned as if she had handed him the highest compliment of his life.
However, Irene’s smile faded into business. "Come. Elijah awaits."
At the mention of his name, Violet swallowed hard.
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