The congratulatory cheers from all the banquet participants drowned out the sound of shattering glass at Ronan Silverback's table. The Alpha had one hand bleeding severely after getting cut by the glass that he was holding. Alone the sight was enough to make witnesses cringe, but Ronan could not care less about his bleeding hand.
He had both hands grabbing the edge of the table when he rose to his feet, preparing to jump over the table and rushed toward Kinnon Youngshaper to punch the hell out of him.
For sullying the lips of his beloved.
For taking what was his.
Asshole.
Ronan.
Ronan!
Ronan!!!
"Ronan."
It was Lillian Woodland's stern voice and the strong grip on his arm that caused Ronan to regain his sanity. The usually playful and flirty Alpha's daughter shot him a sharp look.
"Calm down," she said in all seriousness.
Dane Silverback : Competition is a competition. Don't you agree, Son?
Ronan Silverback : Yup, Dad.