MAXIMUS:
She was standing at the pack grounds, her satchel clutched to her chest, her hair loose and glowing in the moonlight. She laughed, so bright, unguarded, she looked beautiful and Ragnar was too close. His body angled toward hers like he meant to shield her from the whole damn world, that pissed me to the core.
My wolf roared so loud in my skull I thought it would split me in two. I have to keep reminding myself that she can do what she wants, but I gripped the railing until it shattered beneath my hands. No. She’s not mine. Not anymore. I already rejected her. That was the decision. Duty first. The pack comes before everything else.
So why the f**k does it feel like my insides are being ripped apart just watching her smile at him?
Before I could linger any longer, Jordan’s vo
