Romain
Words can’t describe the rage that courses through me when I see Emmalee stepping into Soren’s arms. She looks radiant in her white and yellow sundress which brings out the color of her white-blonde hair.
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be watching this.
But I can’t look away.
My fists clench at my sides, the nails digging into my palms as I force myself to stay rooted to the ground. The rational part of me knows I have no right to feel this way. She’s engaged to him, and everyone knows it. The Dravensworths couldn’t have picked a better match—Soren, the soon-to-be Alpha of a powerful pack, a man born into privilege and strength. He’s everything they could want for Emmalee.
And me? I’m nothing.
I shouldn’t have believed her when she came to me last night. Shouldn’t have let
