Ryan
Cole’s wolf disappeared beneath the sea of warriors under my command, swallowed whole like he had never even existed. The sight sent a rush of satisfaction through me, a primal surge of dominance. This was how it should have been from the start.
My wolf stood tall, exuding power, gloating in front of the spectators in the car. But my attention wasn’t on them. It was on her. Rebecca.
I needed to see her reaction. Needed to know if she finally understood. If she finally saw that this was all for her. I had fought long and hard for this chance, and I wasn’t going to let it slip away again. I wasn’t going to let her slip away again.
All I had to do now was get rid of Cole. Remove him from the picture—because he didn’t belong. He never had.
But when I looked at Rebecca, my chest tight
