ROWAN'S POV
I sat at the Silver Moon pack bar, the low hum of voices and clinking glasses surrounding me like a cage.
A couple of women tried their luck, sliding over with forced smiles and soft touches on my arm.
“Hey hot beta, why are you all alone?”
“Would love to suck on that big d**k of yours, you know..”
“Wanna enter my deep p***y? Can accommodate that long c**k…”
I shoved them away without a word. I wasn’t in the mood for distractions, not tonight.
My fists clenched on the wooden table, knuckles white.
My anger was a fire that wouldn’t die down.
Months had passed since Lila vanished from the pack. Months since the day I was supposed to claim her as mine—my omega, my possession.
But all those plans shattered, broken into a million pieces like the glass now cutting into
