The Drastic Slap

My eyes widened. I didn’t even the what should I feel or should I feel anything at all.

‘You…’ I am at short of words. We weren’t even married yet and here I was being humiliated by a drunken she-wolf who is probably the most spoilt she-wolf of all time.

‘I-I…’ She slurred nodding with smugness as if she was proud of slapping the breath out of me.

She’d slapped me.

My mate, Luna of the Chaitali, daughter of the steel king, philanthropist, diva, and an idol for millions who is known for her soft temperament—chose violence for the first time.

I was shocked, baffled, and slightly offended as I was supposed to be. My eyes were cast on the floor where her stumbling feet were secured perfectly in white stilettos. It travelled up to her perfectly slender legs, small waist, heaving round mounds, her most delicious collarbone, and finally to the pretty frowning face.

Arin was pouting, grinning, and squinting all at the same time. How she managed to do it is beyond me? But somehow, the f