Scarlet’s POV
As soon as the door opened, my eyes landed on her, the strange woman.
Her gaze flicked from me to Damien, and back again. She wasn’t trying to hide how pissed she was.
I could tell right away. She wasn’t okay with this. Not one bit.
Damien stepped forward, tension rippling through him. His voice came out sharp.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? What are you doing here?”
But she ignored that.
Instead, her eyes locked on the contract form in my hand.
Then she looked at me like I was the problem.
“Are you really going to pick her over me?” she asked, voice flat, but her expression screamed jealousy.
And honestly? I could understand why.
She’d just been with him brutally. The scars were still fresh on her skin. Deep. Bleeding in some spots, barely healing in others. Her wolf
