Zane's POV
I, Zane Thorne, Alpha of the Stoneclaw Pack, stood outside the pretentious restaurant with my true mate clinging to my arm. The way she pressed her body against mine would normally feed my ego, but right now my attention was locked on someone else.
Sylvia Frost. The woman who had once groveled at my feet.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me as I saw her sitting there, looking completely unbothered by my presence. How dare she? After I had generously let her serve me for three years, she should still be licking her wounds, not dining in one of the city's most exclusive establishments.
"That's Sylvia, isn't it?" Chloe's voice dripped with venom as she dug her nails into my arm. "How did someone like her get into a place like this?"
I forced a dismissive laugh, thou
