Asher held Bella close on the balcony, his strong arms wrapping her in a protective embrace. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice laced with concern as he gazed into her stormy blue eyes.
Bella sighed, resting her forehead against his chest for a moment before straightening. “I’m fine,” she said, though the tension in her voice betrayed her. “It’s just...hard, seeing Alpha Tronel here. Seeing all those immoral Alphas, knowing what they were about to do back then, and now acting like nothing ever happened. It’s sickening.”
Asher tightened his hold on her, his voice steady and reassuring. “Bells, if this is too much, we can excuse ourselves and leave. You don’t have to endure this.”
She shook her head firmly, stepping back to meet his gaze. “No. Leaving would only give them the sati
