Cole
He spit, a hand full of blood, then laughed—a low, grating sound that crawled under my skin.
“My, my. So it’s true—pregnancy brings out hot heads. But I thought that was for women. So where exactly do you fit in?” His words dripped with mockery, the smirk plastered on his face nothing but a façade. His eyes betrayed him—cold, calculating, disgusted.
“Bastard—” I lunged toward him, my body tense, ready to shift. He was calling me weak. As weak as a woman? As irrational? Essentially saying I didn’t qualify for the Alpha King position.
“Alpha!” Matt’s voice cut through the storm in my head.
He stayed at a safe distance, his tone calm, steady, rippling with an attempt to bring reason. But I knew better. Beneath his composed exterior, Matt was afraid—panicking about my next move. Only
