Windsor's POV
Every pair of eyes in the Onyx Hall swiveled toward me. The buzz of conversation died instantly, replaced by stunned silence that lasted only seconds before erupting into frantic whispers.
"Who does she think she is?"
"Has she lost her mind? Talking to Miguel like that?"
"I don't recognize her, but she's insane to challenge him with True Alpha Weston right there."
The murmurs swirled around me as students rallied behind my brother and his crew, their loyalty bought and paid for by status alone. These people had witnessed what happened to Arnold, yet they chose sides based on power rather than principle.
My pulse hammered against my ribs, but I forced my feet forward, creating space between Arnold and my brother's table. Miguel's eyebrows shot up in genuine shock before his expression twisted into familiar contempt. He had never witnessed this version of me - the one who refused to back down.
