Alpha Dax’s POV
Jealousy was a poison I’d always controlled. Tonight, it slipped through my grip like water.
I watched her retreat with her phone pressed to her ear, her voice soft. Whoever was on the other end earned the kind of tone I’d been starving for. Sweet. Gentle. For them, not me.
My wolf bristled. Ours. Claim her. Now.
I curled my fists until my knuckles cracked. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the villa’s terrace. The ocean crashed, relentless, like the pounding in my chest.
She belongs to us. To me.
“I said not now.”
My wolf snarled, hot and impatient. I felt his claws scratch at the edges of my control, aching to tear the truth into her skin—show her who I really was, what she already was to me. My mate.
But rules chained me tighter than
