Aria's POV
"See? Just admit it. You got caught red-handed, and you're just pulling excuses out of thin air to keep your pride intact," Clara sneered, crossing her arms and casting a sharp, sideways glance at me.
I didn't even bother giving her malicious snide a second thought.
"Aria, that's enough," Julian barked, his patience instantly snapping as he tried to order me around. A sour burst of irritated pheromones flared from his skin, smelling like stale ash.
"You can show your little presents to Grandpa after the party. It's not all about you, so don't keep everyone waiting, alright?"
"Julian! No Alpha should ever address his Luna in such a disrespectful tone!" Edgar raised a heavy hand, pointing a commanding finger directly at Julian's face.
Julian flinched, his jaw tightening int
