Sebastian's POV
I stormed across my room back and forth, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked.
That bastard Scott Hanson. That f*****g asshole from the Lightning Pack had grabbed my wife, and dragged her out in front of hundreds of witnesses.
My image—the one thing I'd built my entire reputation on—shattered in one goddamn night.
All because of her.
"Calm down," Ryder's voice cut through my rage, mocking. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor."
"Shut up," I snarled out loud.
"You could have stopped him. You could have chased after them. But no, you just stood there like a statue."
"What was I supposed to do? Run after her like some desperate fool?" I whirled toward the window. "I'm an Alpha, not some lovesick puppy! I don't chase women. Especially no
