I couldn't sleep after what happened with Antalya the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—the anger, the hurt, the confusion when she'd caught me with Lacie. But more than that, I remembered how she'd responded to me afterward, how she'd finally let her walls down, even if it was just for a moment.
She still thinks of other men. Vaiker. Tyler. Anyone but me, even after everything.
The thought made my wolf rage. I picked up my phone and called Marcus.
"Alpha?" His voice was groggy. It was barely dawn.
"Bring Vaiker to me," I ordered. "Today."
"Vaiker? But Alpha, his pack—"
"I don't care about his pack," I cut him off. "Bring him here. Quietly. I need to make something very clear to him."
"Yes, Alpha."
I need to cut every connection she has. Every hope of escape
