Lucien
"I'm the Alpha of the Storm Ridge Pack, Aria. I don't do 'jealousy.' I do dominance. And right now, you’re the one who looks obsessed with him.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. It was the kind of white-hot spite that makes a wolf dangerous.
He expected me to tremble. And I did—but only because I was busy holding back the urge to tear his throat out.
He stood there, magnificent and infuriating, truly believing his own twisted narrative.
Dominance? He called this pathetic, insecure lashing out dominance? My wolf was snarling, ready to claw his pretty face.
“You’re obsessed with anyone who isn’t me,” he’d growled earlier.
That was it. That was the last straw.
I snatched one of the water glasses Kenia had brought in. It was still steaming, just like she’
