Chapter 11 Anastasia's decision

Xavier remained silent for a few moments, regarding me with an unreadable expression. Then, he inclined his head gracefully.

"As you wish, princess," he smirked, sharing a glance filled with hidden meaning.

I felt my cheeks flush immediately, shifting awkwardly on the spot.

"Do you two know each other?" Brent asked suspiciously, glaring between us with narrowed eyes.

I kept silent, remembering my agreement not to disclose any details about my arrangement with Alpha Calixto to anyone. It was best for him to manage any inquiries, ensuring only the information he wanted shared would be revealed.

Not that I minded—the drama and gossip of the tabloids were best avoided, contrary to the belief that all press was good press.

Xavier chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me to his side, spinning me slightly. I collided clumsily with his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me, holding me snugly.

I swallowed nervously as I watched Brent's face darken with rage. He looked ready to commit mur