Chapter 12

Cecilia's pov I waited for Cici to finish her little speech about how I was nothing compared to her "noble" werewolf bloodline. My indignation building, but I kept my expression cool and collected. I looked down at her with icy eyes. "What exactly makes you so noble?" I asked, my voice deceptively gentle despite the rage simmering beneath. "Is it your pea brain that can't even handle a simple Excel spreadsheet? Or perhaps how you treasure my mate's sloppy seconds like they're precious gems? Or maybe it's how you've jumped on the job I no longer want and act so smug about it?" I took pleasure in the flash of shock crossing Cici's face. "And this 'our circle' nonsense..." I continued, tilting my head slightly. "Who exactly is 'us'? I don't recall joining your little cesspool of degenerates who spend their days rutting like animals in heat. Keep that filthy den for yourself and Xavier. I want no part of it." My tone remained calm, but every word dripped venom. The mating bond between Xavi