One of the men released my arm, turning to her with a respectful nod. “This human,” he said, jerking his thumb in my direction, “slapped the Alpha.”
The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief. “She what?”
“She slapped him. Right in the middle of the club,” the other man added, his tone a mix of astonishment and grim amusement.
For a moment, the woman just stared at me, her mouth slightly open. Then, without warning, she stepped closer, her heels clicking loudly against the floor.
I tried to step back, but the man still holding me tightened his grip, keeping me in place.
The woman grabbed my face roughly, her nails digging into my cheeks as she forced me to look at her. Her dark eyes were blazing with anger, her lips curling into a sneer.
“How dare you?” she hissed, her voice low and venom
