Evie’s POV
I can tell from the moment my blade meets his gut that he’s a dead man. If the choking gasp of pain he emits didn’t tell me, then the way he clatters to the ground as blood and guts spew from his abdomen certainly does.
Unfortunately, I made the amateur mistake of leaving the dagger in said guts—which means I’m completely unarmed when the other man finds the strength to come over to me.
“You b***h!” he shouts, knocking me to the ground. “That was our Delta, you spoiled, rich cunt! You’re going to pay for that!”
His words barely affect me at this point, honestly. Even the way his hands paw furiously at my chest and thighs, attempting to rip off my clothes, hardly frazzles me.
What’s the point anymore? I did my best to defend myself, and I failed. My wolf is still nowhere to
