SEBASTIAN’S POV
Rain battered the towering windows of my opulent home, the storm’s howl filling the cavernous living room, its echoes, bouncing off the high ceilings and polished hardwood. I paced relentlessly, my flip-flops slapping against the floor, my hands jammed deep into the pockets of my gray joggers, my white t-shirt clinging to my sweat-slicked chest.
Maximus prowled within me, his growls a restless rumble in my skull, urging me to move, to act, to find her. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t sit, couldn’t stop the churn of thoughts that kept circling back to Isabella Hart. Her red hair, her trembling lips, her tear-filled green eyes—they haunted me, a ghost I couldn’t shake.
Why her? Why this human girl, too weak to stand up to her brothers, too fragile to fight Vanessa’s lies? My
