“LET HER GO! You’re scaring her!”
Lila’s voice cracked through the tension, but Callum didn’t move. He loomed over Rhea, storm-grey dress pants still razor-pressed even with strain in every line of his body. Tie loose, sleeves rolled, veins standing out in his forearms—but he still looked like control wearing a suit while his wolf wanted c*****e.
Ace wanted her on her knees. Scar—my wolf—wanted the same.
But seeing her like that, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks?
My chest actually hurt.
“You’re going to break her, Callum,” Jax snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass. He stood a step off to the side, dark jeans and a black button-down rolled at the sleeves, his whole presence edged in danger. His wolf prowled just under his skin, eyes locked on Rhea like he was deciding who to
