Emma came rushing over, quickly placing herself between me and Owen in a protective stance. She looked at me with disdain and open hostility. "Seraphina, don't even think about bullying Owen with me here!
"You're nothing but a parasite clinging to him for his status, refusing to dissolve your mate bond yet playing hard-to-get. We're both women, so don't think I don't know exactly what you're plotting!"
I knew perfectly well she was just stirring the pot, trying to make herself out as the victim, so I raised my hand and said, "Shut up. I don't have time for your nonsense."
With that, I turned to leave. However, Emma wasn't done. She lunged forward and tried to grab me, but I spun around and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.
"If you've got a death wish, come at me," I spat.
Emma, humiliated and furious, was just about to retaliate when suddenly a sharp crack echoed through the air—Owen had slapped her.
He glared at Emma and shouted, "Fuck off! Who do you
