Nyx’s words from this morning kept echoing in my mind, rattling around like shards of glass I couldn’t avoid stepping on. Every time I replayed her voice, it stung.
The way she had said it—the anger and hurt clear in her voice—cut deeper than I wanted to admit. She wasn’t wrong. I hated how she looked at me—like I was part of the problem, the villain in her story. Maybe I was.
I couldn’t shake the jealousy twisting inside me. She had smiled at Alaric. Laughed with him. He didn’t deserve it. She was mine—not his. My blood boiled, the possessiveness surging through my veins like molten fire, and my beast growled, urging me to get her away from him.
I knew Alaric wasn’t a threat—he was my brother. The pack Alpha, the man I was supposed to respect, obey. But at that moment, the only thing t
