Neo POV
I sat behind my desk, my fingers steepled, my mind burning. The glass of whiskey in front of me sat untouched, the amber liquid swirling with each impatient tap of my fingers against the polished wood.
Sky.
Zeke.
Their names alone left a bitter taste in my mouth, souring the air around me. I should have seen it coming. I should have known the moment I let that little b***h step foot back in my packhouse; she had started infecting it with her defiance.
The way the pack looked at her tonight. The way they listened when she spoke. It was like she hadn't been gone for years. Like she belonged. Like they still saw her as Alpha blood. I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into fists.
That was my place.
And Zeke?
I had given him everything. Pulled him up from nothing. He was a f**
