Victor's POV
"You’re escorting me out? Do you have any damn idea who I am?!" I growled the words, but the guards didn’t even flinch. They kept walking, surrounding me like I was some criminal.
My arms were full—Camilla was leaning into my chest like a wounded bird—but even her sobs couldn’t drown out the sharp sting of humiliation burning through me.
All eyes were on me, and the onlookers didn’t even try to pretend. Whispers, widened eyes, and pointing fingers followed me as I heard my name fall from every mouth, turning me into a laughingstock.
I, Alpha Victor, was humiliated and dragged out like a piece of trash.
Every step away from the banquet hall felt like a slap. My pride as an Alpha, as a man—it shattered under the weight of Selene’s words, the prince’s smug command, and the
