Jake's POV
I slammed the door to my office harder than necessary, the sharp crack echoing through the quiet room. The tension in my chest was unbearable, and my wolf was pacing relentlessly in the back of my mind, growling low and irritated.
Brielle.
She was driving me insane.
Every time I turned around, she was there, arguing, challenging me, looking at me with those damn eyes that made it impossible to think straight. And then there was Max, always hovering too close, grinning like the cocky little i***t he was.
My wolf snarled, and I raked a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the frustration clawing at me.
“She’s going to be the death of me,” I muttered under my breath.
“Talking to yourself again, Alpha?”
I turned sharply to find Simon leaning casually against the doorfr
