Hard. Open palm. The crack of it echoes off the glass walls. My head turns with the force and my cheek burns and I let it happen because she needed to do it and because what I just said was cruel and true and I’m not sorry for either.
“You’ve always been a fool for that low halfbreed.”
I turn my face back to her.
“Feel better?”
Her eyes are wet. Not crying, furious. The kind of wet that comes from rage that has nowhere left to go.
“You pathetic, spineless—”
“Careful.”
“Running around after a half-breed omega who couldn’t even keep her legs closed long enough to—”
My hand is around her throat before I decide to move.
Not squeezing. Not choking. Holding. My fingers wrapped around the column of her neck, firm, controlled, my wolf pressing against my skin so hard my vision fl
