KLAUS’S POV
The moment I saw her—Gina, standing there beside him—it was like a blade sinking between my ribs, slow and deliberate. Grayson. Just the sight of his smug face, the way his fingers lingered too long against the curve of her back, sent a wave of white-hot fury crashing through me.
My jaw locked, teeth grinding hard enough to ache. Every muscle in my body coiled tight, my wolf thrashing beneath my skin, claws scraping against my control. Kill him. Tear his throat out. The instinct was primal, violent, almost blinding. But I couldn’t.
Because she wasn’t mine to protect anymore.
And that truth was a poison, seeping deeper with every second I stood there, watching.
Grayson leaned in, murmuring something low in her ear, and Gina—Gina—didn’t stiffen. Didn’t pull away. She just ti
