Chapter 24

Christina's POV The woman stared at me, her wolf submitting instantly under my unwavering gaze. She snatched the juice with a nervous twitch of her hand. "Thanks, Miss Vance." "No worries," I replied with a smirk, grabbing Ysolde's arm and pulling her away. Akira hummed with satisfaction at the small victory. Behind us, the chatter faded like prey scurrying for cover. Ysolde hissed, "Your stare just turned her skin fifty shades darker." I chuckled, feeling my wolf's amusement mirror my own. "I know their type. Quick to talk behind your back, but frozen when you look them in the eye—especially in public. " We drifted towards the dessert tables,two twenty-meter feasts of cakes and champagne. With no threat of juice sabotage, I snagged a mini éclair and shoved it in my mouth, my enhanced senses savoring every sweet note. The gossiping ladies lingered nearby, their eyes darting between us and their empty glasses. Wisely, they shifted focus and moved on to the Sabreridge pack's Alpha. "A fe