Yenick's hand had barely lowered when the sound of that slap echoed through the hall. It was sharp. Clean. Final.
For a brief second, my mind felt strangely clear like cold wind sweeping through a suffocating room.
No one paid attention to me. All eyes were glued to the storm at the altar.
I reached for a glass of wine.
Before it touched my lips, a long, familiar hand intercepted it.
"Elena."
Lewis's voice was calm, but there was that quiet Alpha firmness beneath it.
He patted my head lightly. "Be good. Drink at home."
He replaced the wine with a glass of orange juice.
"Drink this."
I sighed dramatically. "Fine."
He didn't stop there. A small pile of sunflower seeds appeared in my palm.
"For entertainment," he murmured.
I couldn't help laughing.
Even in chaos, he knew exactly what I needed. A front-row seat and snacks.
While we shared that small, peaceful moment, the other side of the hall turned into a battlefield.
Yenick's composure shattered completely.
