After I spoke, there was a heavy silence on the other end of the phone.
I could feel Darius’s anger simmering, his breathing ragged and controlled, just like when he used to get furious with me.
His wolf was probably clawing at the surface, but it didn’t matter anymore.
I didn’t want to hear his excuses, his lies. I didn’t want to listen to his foul words anymore.
With a decisive click, I hung up the phone and powered it down.
I took a deep breath, my wolf still restless within me, urging me to take control of the situation.
I didn’t have time to waste on Darius’s petty tantrums anymore.
I had bigger plans.
Using my work phone, I contacted the most influential entertainment journalists in the country, my voice cold and calculated.
“I want you to expose the truth. Darius and
