Chloe's POV
Regina was seething. Her chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, her manicured "ladylike" persona cracking with every shaky breath.
Across from her, Morris's knuckles popped.
I was betting if it weren't for the paparazzi lurking nearby, this Alpha would've dropped the act and used his claws to teach his "disobedient" foster kid a lesson.
I just leaned against my bike, watching the meltdown.
It was an open secret that Regina wasn't Morris's fated mate.
Years ago, to grab a foothold in the LA power scene, Morris had tossed his true mate aside like yesterday's trash to mate with Regina.
People whispered about it, but with their power, no one dared to say it to their faces.
But I'd just stripped away that layer of rot right in front of everyone.
The crowd's expressions were
