Aitana's POV
The slow clap of Lilith's hands grated against my nerves, but I kept my expression carefully blank. The witch was beautiful—unnaturally so—with her porcelain skin and blood-red lips. But the way she looked at Sebastian made my skin crawl.
She had the same look Tina did with Tristan.
Like he's hers.
Haniel snarled in my mind, her fury burning through my veins. "Let me tear her apart."
Not yet.
Lilith's dark gaze slid over me, her nose wrinkling in disdain. "Why aren't you saying anything?" She taunted. "This is your mate, Sebastian? I expected someone... extraordinary because she is supposed to be mated to you." Her lips curled into a smirk. "But she's just a shabby little wolf, isn't she?"
Sebastian's growl shook the walls, his claws already extending. I felt the shift
