Theo’s fury burned hot as he processed the news—Savannah had gone to Red Island without him. And worse, she had traveled with Lewis.
It was infuriating enough that she had left without telling him, but boarding Lewis’s private jet and staying at his tower house? That was a deliberate act of defiance. His wolf raged inside him, claws scraping against his control, demanding that he claim what was his.
He wasted no time mobilizing his hunters. They tracked her movements with ruthless efficiency, confirming that she was not only with Lewis but that the two of them had just boarded Juan Pablo’s cruise ship.
His mate. On enemy ground. With another man.
Theo’s jaw clenched so hard it ached.
Meanwhile, Clover—his persistent and increasingly desperate former lover—was draped over his arm, whis
