Giselle’s POV“Is that it?!” I taunted Killian as we escaped from the scene to retreat to our room in their Pack’s courtyard where all the guests were staying. “You just let her walk all over us?” I spat, my voice laced with venom. “Giselle, don’t do this now in front of our child,” Killian said, his voice calm, almost soothing as he tenderly carried his son in his arms. My anger simmered like a volcanic eruption, ready to burst at Killian’s unfazed expression. Killian’s unexpected surrender towards Astrid, siding with her instead of defending me and our child, felt like a betrayal, and Killian looked so fine with it. Unable to contain my rage any longer, I grabbed Ryker from Killian’s arms and handed him to his nanny, Rhya. Killian looked at me in surprise. Finally, I have his full attention. “Bring him back to our room and make him sleep,” I ordered Rhya after taking Ryker in her arms. Ryker’s gaze darted back and forth from me and her father cluelessly as Rhya took him away.
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