EVELARA
“So, it's you, huh?” The words clashing in my ear like a mosquito bite. “I wondered where the storm was brewing,” Callum Brooksbane sneered from the doorway. “Of course, it’s you.”
Every muscle in my body tensed up. My chest felt tight, like something was pulling me back, but I stood my ground, staring him down. No matter how hard he tried to act like an Alpha, I could smell the fake on him. He's not worthy—never was, never will be.
Eryx pressed against my leg, little fists still balled in defiance.
Alex’s sobs slowed, his tear-streaked face lighting up as he spotted his father. “Dad!” He lunged toward him, but Lauren’s arm shot out, clutching him closer to her chest, almost forcibly.
“Callum,” Lauren’s voice trembled—oh, how practised it was, that perfect balance
