Dominic's POV
The moment I suggested the women's team, I saw the flash of disappointment in her eyes before it transformed into rage. She wanted to play with her old team, with those men who'd seen her as Lance, who'd been close to her in ways that made my wolf snarl with jealousy.
"A women's team?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You really can't stand the thought of me near other men, can you?"
"No, I can't," I admitted without shame. "The thought of you around them, laughing with them, letting them touch you even in passing... it makes me want to tear them apart."
"You're sick."
"We've established that, little wildcat. Now, will you accept my offer or continue your dramatics?"
"Get out," she said coldly, turning away from me. "Just get out of my room."
"As you wish,"
