100 Nights to Tame a Cursed Heart
Summer’s POV
I don’t remember how I ended up in my room.
One moment I was standing on the terrace, watching Luxian’s hand wrapped around Aaron’s throat, squeezing until his face turned blue. The next, Kian and senior pack members from both sides were forming a barrier between the growling alphas, ready to tear each other apart.
The voices blurred into white noise—shouting, accusations, polished diplomatic phrases about “misunderstandings” and “heat of the moment.” Someone—maybe Kian—guided me inside with a gentle hand at my back. Guests parted like the Red Sea, whispers trailing behind me like shadows.