Jason's POV
I listened to Lysa's excuses and felt jealousy burn hot and bitter in my chest.
"Girls just need company more."
The words echoed in my head as I drove home from yet another abbreviated date, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make it creak. It was such obvious bullshit, such a transparent dismissal, that I couldn't believe she expected me to just accept it.
Jealousy was an emotion I had always despised in others. I had seen it turn strong wolves reckless, reduce proud men to creatures ruled by impulse.
Now, I felt that same ugly emotion tightening around my ribs like a steel trap.
This wasn't supposed to happen. When I'd first decided to date Lysa—back when I thought I could just "have fun" with her and walk away unscathed—I'd been so confid
