Chapter 37: Wounded Pride and Pack Politics
(Scarlett's POV)
“Out. Now.”
Steven’s voice was sharp, his tone colder than the moonlit frost. The words hit me like a slap, each syllable more biting than the one before. He didn’t even look at me, his grip on the sleek black steering wheel firm, his posture too controlled.
“What?” I blinked, my mind racing to process the situation. “You’re kicking me out of the car?”
He stayed silent, his ice-blue eyes focused ahead as if I wasn’t even worth a glance. I felt a pang in my chest, burning under the weight of his apathy. My hands balled into fists, nails digging into my palms. “Are you serious?”
Nothing. Only the sound of the engine and a faint, stubborn tension vibrating in the air.
Fine.
With a sharp motion, I shoved the door open
