POV Estela
Where fear once ruled, now anger floods my chest like wildfire.
Linda and I rarely fight—but right now, I want to scream. How could she say something like that? She knows exactly what Killian did to me. She held me when I bled, when I broke, when I shattered into a hundred pieces because of him. And now she dares to forget… just because he put on a convincing show as a grieving widower?
— Linda, if he misses me, it’s for one reason only. — I spit. — Because he misses having a personal s*x toy. A mindless omega whose body he could command. Someone who couldn’t say no, even if she tried.
I open my mouth to continue, but she lifts a hand, her face stricken.
— Please, Estela. Just listen—for your pups, if not for yourself. — Her voice cracks. — You didn’t see him with Paisley.
