Cole
“Cole, more people from the main pack are coming over for the Alpha King meeting,” Matt said, barging into my study.
“Hmm?” My response was distant, distracted.
Truth was, I hadn’t been able to focus ever since that day. My mind kept wandering back to Rebecca—the way her scent lingered in my senses, the soft defiance in her gaze when she dared to challenge me. It didn’t help that Scott, my wolf, had been incessant in his demands. He wanted me to mark her. Claim her.
But I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t. Scott seemed to have forgotten the pain of betrayal, but I hadn’t. The wounds were still fresh, a constant ache that kept me awake at night.
“Cole!” Matt snapped, his voice sharp enough to pull me back to the present. “Focus. This is important.”
I looked up at him, irritation flaring.
