Isabel's POV
I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to hurt, fury making my vision blur at the edges. The audacity of that worthless omega, speaking to me like I was beneath her. Like she had any real power beyond the paper Christopher signed.
My phone buzzed in the cupholder.
I glanced down, saw Christopher's name, and felt my wolf stir with interest despite my anger.
Can we talk?
A second message followed immediately.
I need to see you. I'm at your place.
The knot in my chest loosened slightly. See? He was already reaching out, already missing me. Whatever hold Jasmine thought she had would crumble the moment reality set in. Christopher and I had history, chemistry, a connection that went beyond some forced bond with a nobody.
I typed back quickly.
On my way.
The drive took t
