Chapter 58: Wounded Pride
(Alexander's POV)
I paced my study, my broken arm throbbing with every step. Mason prowled just beneath my skin, his frustration feeding mine, his growls vibrating through me.
The humiliation burned hotter than the pain, each memory replaying in a loop. Scarlett’s cold emerald eyes. Roman's hand crushing my arm like it was paper. Their sneers. Her defiance.
I slammed my uninjured fist against my desk, the wood groaning under the force. "She's mocking us," I snarled under my breath.
Mason rumbled in agreement. We’re letting her walk all over us. Do something!
Through the pack bonds, I tried reaching Scarlett again. Nothing. A wall of silence. Not just from me, but from every attempt by the Winter Pack.
"Useless," I hissed.
Jason entered cautiously,
