Turning back to Alex, I met his gaze directly. "You don’t have any right to claim me or dictate to me. I gave you the chance to fight for our bond. You didn’t."
Alex’s breathing turned ragged, his fevered brain scrambling for some argument, some justification. "I was doing my duty! I had responsibilities!"
"Your only responsibility was to me, as your mate," I said. "And the moment you chose Isabel, you lost that right."
I pulled out my phone, deliberately not sparing him another glance as I scrolled through my contacts. From the corner of my eye, I saw his body tense, his storm-gray eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Since you clearly have no intention of ending this confrontation peaceably, I’m reporting your challenge," I said coldly. My thumb pr
