Chapter 63

Darius's gaze fell on his sister's flushed face, her eyes glossy from too much champagne. She wasn't just his sister; she was one of my tormentors. He gripped her shoulders suddenly, making her sway. 'Apologize to Dorothy.' "What?" Lyra's face contorted with disgust. "You must be joking." "Apologize," Darius repeated, his voice hard as granite. "Never!" She shook off his hands like they burned. "I'm not apologizing to that woman. Who the hell does she think she is, huh? She's nobody. She's nothing!" "She's my chosen mate!" Darius roared, his alpha voice making heads turn throughout the room. "Ex!" Lyra shot back, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Ex-wife! You didn't want to marry her in the first place. What the hell's gotten into you, brother? Why are you speaking up for her? You never loved her. You didn't even like her. You told me so yourself, remember?" Darius's hands returned to her shoulders, squeezing hard enough that I could see her wince. "Apologize!" "Ouch!" Lyra yelped. "What