Jake's POV
Brielle stormed off, leaving behind a trail of frustration so thick I could still feel it in the air.
I let out a slow breath, watching her retreating form disappear into the packhouse.
She was infuriating.
Impossible.
And the worst part?
I wanted to follow her.
I wanted to grab her, make her stop ignoring me, make her admit she was just as affected as I was.
But I didn’t.
Because I wasn’t about to chase after a woman who had made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with me.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. I needed a distraction.
And apparently, fate had a twisted sense of humor.
Because when I turned back around, Kylie was still standing there.
Watching me.
Smiling.
“You let her get away too easily,” she mused, stepping closer.
I raised a bro
