Bonnie's POV
The guards shoved me out of the packhouse doors with brutal force. My designer heels caught on the stone steps, nearly sending me tumbling.
A swarm of reporters descended like vultures. Camera flashes exploded in my face, the harsh light burning my retinas. These peasants had no concept of proper protocol when addressing nobility.
Rage coursed through my veins. "Enough," I commanded, lifting my chin with practiced authority. "I am of noble blood. You require permission before photographing me."
My words vanished beneath their shouted questions:
"Did you really cheat on Alpha Elias your entire marriage?"
"Sources claim you bedded guards, drivers, even vagrant men. Care to comment?"
"Is your infidelity the reason for the divorce?"
