Chapter 760 She’s My Person
Hayley’s POV:
The women shrieked at the top of their lungs, like they were trying to summon the entire building.
A moment later, several security guards stormed in, their eyes sharp and hostile. One of them growled, “Ma’am, we need you to come with us.”
I didn’t move. My gaze swept right past them, settling instead on the smug group of women behind them.
“So this is how the Cyclone Pack treats their guests? Can’t win an argument, so you resort to discrimination and exclusion?”
Before the guards could respond, a deep voice echoed across the room.
“What’s going on here?”
A man with white cropped hair and a light-gray suit stepped through the crowd. His presence quieted the room instantly.
“Mr. Hanover,” one of the women – the loudest one, round and red-faced – jumped in, her voice laced with false outrage. “That woman deliberately stirred up trouble and tried to cause conflict with the out-of-town guests!”
The man’s brows furrowed, and he said, “Our pack is a proud part of the North Annestone wolf tribe. We won’t tolerate anyone jeopardizing our unity – no one is an exception.”
Then, turning to the guards, he barked, “Escort her out!”
This was Cyclone Pack’s turf. Their party, their guards. Of course, they wouldn’t side with a so-called “outsider” like me.
The others just stood around watching, indifferent. To them, I was nothing more than a low-tier Omega – powerless and expendable.
I knew better than to provoke a full-blown confrontation here. Even if I revealed myself as an Alpha and let Hera take over, the odds weren’t in my favor.
And besides, if this blew up, it could drag the Shadow Pack’s reputation through the mud.
I weighed my options and remained still, completely unfazed. My gaze swept around the room, calm and mocking.
I don’t pick fights. But if someone dares to cross me first, they better be ready to face the consequences.
The guards glanced at each other, realizing I wasn’t going to leave quietly.
Just as one of them reached out to grab my arm – a voice, thunderous and full of authority, rang out.
“I dare any of you to touch her!”
Everyone turned. Truman was making his way through the crowd, expression stone-cold. The pressure of his Alpha aura swept through the room like a storm as he slowly approached me.
Melody followed behind him, not straying an inch.
“Mr. White,” Quentin Hanover greeted him, respectful and cautious. “This is just a personal matter. Perhaps it’s best if you don’t get involved.”
Truman gave a humorless laugh. “Stay out of it? You’re trying to throw my person out of here, and you expect me not to interfere? Does that make sense?”
The crowd gasped. Even I was caught off guard.
What did he mean by his person?! Then what is Melody supposed to be? His personal shadow?
Yet, to my surprise, Melody didn’t even flinch. She stood calmly at his side, as if this had nothing to do with her.
Quentin blinked in confusion, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that! So this lady is your mate too? I…”
“I think you’ve misunderstood,” I cut in sharply. “There’s nothing going on between us.”
Truman chimed in, voice cool, “Women do love pretending.”
Quentin seemed to get the message. He bowed slightly and said, “I understand. Apologies for the offense, Mr. White. I hope you won’t take it personally.”
“I won’t.”
After a few more pleasantries, Quentin turned and left.
I narrowed my eyes at Truman. “You’d better stop testing my patience.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh. He said with a tone of hurt, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m heartbroken, Ms. Carson. I just helped you, and this is how you thank me?”
“I didn’t ask you to.” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.
His smile faded the second I walked away. He shot a glance at Melody, who nodded and followed me without a word.
“Ms. Carson,” she said, trailing me through the party like a shadow. “That Mr. Hanover – how much do you know about him?”
“Never met him,” I said flatly. Then I realized she’d been tailing me for a while.
I stopped and turned toward her, eyes sharp. “Why have you been following me?”