Damon's POV
"Justin." My jaw clenched as I watched the Bentley's taillights disappear into the sunlight. "Follow it."
"Alpha, you have an important dinner coming up—we're already running late—"
"Cut it off. Force it to stop." My voice was ice.
Aria. How dare she.
She was in that car. With him. Again.
My grip on the door handle tightened until my knuckles went white.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to drag her out of that car or drag him out by the throat. Maybe both.
My blood ran hot. My vision tunneled.
Rhein was snarling inside me, clawing to get out. This was the rage of a wolf who'd had what was his taken.
She wanted to see what happened when I got angry? Fine. She was about to find out.
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Aria's POV
My chest tightened.
Damon's Maybach was right behind us. No sign of slowing
