DARIUS'S POV
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Lilaās words burned in my mind, her hate like a blade in my chest. Roderickās slap still stung, his āuseless betaā taunt echoing loud. I stormed out of the packhouse, my wolf snarling, craving something to dull the rage.
The pack bar was close, its noise spilling into the night. I pushed through the door, my mood dark as hell. Lila and Roderick wouldnāt ruin meāIād show them both.
My wolf growled, restless and angry. I wanted power, control, something to feel alive. The barās heat and sweat hit me, promising a distraction.
I grabbed a drink, whiskey burning my throat. Lilaās defiance, saying sheād never love me, fueled my fury. Roderickās plan to strip my beta rank made it worse.
The bar was packed, wolves laughing, glasses clinking. I downed another drink, the buzz
