Aurora's POV
I bit my lip the moment the words left my mouth, immediately regretting them as I saw his eyes darken to a stormy, midnight blue. The air between us suddenly turned icy.
"Find your own way home," he snapped, his voice cold and angry. Without another word or a backward glance, he turned on his heel and strode away, disappearing into the crowded garden.
I swallowed hard, standing frozen in the middle of the lawn. Dozens of curious, judgmental eyes burned into my skin. The noblewomen gathered near the fountain leaned closer to one another, their jeweled fingers covering painted lips as they whispered like a hive of disturbed wasps. I could almost hear the words forming—Who does she think she is? Did she just anger the Alpha? My chest felt tight with a mix of embarrassment and stinging frustration.
"Is everything alright, dear?"
I turned to see his mother walking toward me. Even with the chaos of the party behind her, she moved with effortless grace.
