Rebecca's pov
I wasn’t thinking. My mind went blank the moment I realized what I had done—in front of so many people. My hand had moved on its own, driven by the years of resentment I had buried deep within. It all spilled out, a dam breaking, and I lost control.
“Rebecca!” Ryan’s roar cut through the murmurs around us, his voice sharp and unrelenting. I flinched at the sound, my mate’s growl turning vicious as he approached.
The heavy thud of his footsteps echoed, hurried and furious. I clenched my fists at my sides, staring at the floor, the weight of his anger already pressing down on me. I wasn’t ready to face him. But a storm was coming—a storm named Ryan.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice thunderous as he reached me. Rosie stood beside me, her hand still pr
