#Chapter 442 – A Private Chat

Ella My face falls into stern, cold lines as I see my uncle step forward. He was invited to this party, of course, as part of the delegation – but honestly, after our stern message to the Atalaxians about how he was not welcome, I’m surprised that he was willing to attend. I look up at Sinclair and follow his hard gaze towards his security team, which nods to him, assuring him that they fully vetted Xander, ensuring that he held no weapons or means of hurting us. And considering that my mate is a weapon himself and could tear this man to pieces as easily as breathing, I suppose that there’s nothing to worry about either way. Still, I tighten my arms around my child and feel Sinclair bristle behind me, his hackles rising. Inside me, my wolf has her teeth fully bared, snapping, eager to sink her teeth into this terrible man. I don’t bother to calm her. Her rage is justified. Perhaps sensing the effect he has on us, Xander smiles a little smugly and steps forward just one step, givi