Adam
A reject.
A wolfless defect.
And the woman the goddess dared to label as my mate?
No. No f*****g way.
The moon goddess had to be high. That was the only explanation. Drunk on starlight or fate or whatever bullshit she used to screw with me.
“Dude. Calm down. Your eyes are glowing again.”
Killian’s voice cut through my storm like a blade, but I didn’t look at him. I was too busy imagining the damn file bursting into flames.
I threw it against the hood of the car with enough force to make metal groan.
If looks could burn, that paper would be ash.
Ash — and she, she — would be erased from existence.
Fuck superspeed. f**k heightened senses. That would’ve been my chosen superpower.
“What do you mean she’s a f*****g Francis?”
My voice came out low, deadly. “If it were up to me,
