Fiona - POV
Fiona - POV
"I'm sorry, what isn't possible?" I replied, my voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the rising murmurs of the crowd. The woman’s loud, venomous words had already drawn an audience, their curious eyes locked on us. Drama. It seemed to follow me no matter where I went, and tonight was no exception.
“A weak person like you can’t possibly have three mates!” she spat, her tone seething with anger as she tried to humiliate me in front of everyone.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought to keep my composure. Every instinct told me to lash out, to grab her by the hair and show her exactly how “weak” I wasn’t. But I couldn’t give in to that impulse—not here, not now.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my three mates. They were fuming, their expression
