JORDAN:
Why didn’t I control myself better? Lashing out like that in front of the Alpha—ripping their heads off—wasn’t me. I rarely lost my temper. Self-control was my thing. And yet one mention of omega, and I snapped.
Why?
I told myself it was about respect. About order. No warrior should mock another of our own, regardless of rank or status—especially in the Alpha’s house. Omegas might be lower in the station, but they were still pack, still blood. If we treated them like dirt, how different were we from rogues? How different from other packs?
That was the reasoning I gave myself. But deep down, the truth gnawed at me. My outburst wasn’t about Zara. Not entirely. I didn’t pay her much attention, except when she started caring for Maximus. I knew he was fond of her, but I wouldn’t sa
