Zayne’s POV
The first thing I heard was the soft click. The camera was too close.
My wolf spikes inside my chest, her claws dragging against my ribs.
I shift my gaze and see him, Jake, standing just a few feet away, his phone lifted, recording Aurora as she tries to steady her breathing.
His eyes aren’t confused. But calculating.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He wants evidence on how to make her vulnerable. But something inside me snaps.
“Put the phone down,” I growl.
Jake doesn’t. He films harder, stepping closer, pretending to look worried.
“Wow,” he says loud enough for the surrounding guests to hear. “Didn’t expect the Alpha’s little… complication to break down at her first public event.”
Aurora flinches like the words physically strike her.
My vision reddens instantly.
