YELENA
“What the hell do you want, Jackson?!”
My voice came out sharp, low, the kind that made nearby nurses slow down for a second before pretending they heard nothing.
In this city, raised voices were normal. Wolves argued. Wolves fought. Wolves loved hard and hated harder.
But I wasn’t in the mood for any of it.
Just because he was my best friend’s man didn’t mean I would swallow rubbish from him. Nyra might forgive like the moon forgives the tide... soft, quiet, and endless. I didn’t.
What did he do? It was no different from Tristan.
Two dominant wolves. Two men who thought they knew better. Who thought control meant protection.
“Please, just listen to me,” Jackson said.
I let out a dry scoff. “What do you want to say? That you’re sorry? That you didn’t mean to block me? That
