Denzel’s POV
It took everything Rayon had to drag me off Tyrell. I’d done serious damage more than I meant to admit. Handing Venessa over to the Lycans had snapped something in me. He had been sleeping with my wife, likely plotting against me, and now he had dared to move against my fated mate.
That was unforgivable.
“What do you want from me, Tyrell?” I demanded. “Why would you do this?”
He didn’t answer.
I took a step toward him. Rayon moved instantly, placing himself between us. I lifted a hand, silently telling him I wouldn’t strike again. Tyrell staggered to his feet, bloodied and barely upright.
“I had to…” he gasped.
I stared at him.
“She’s a distraction,” he continued through the pain. “Ever since she arrived, you haven’t been yourself.”
The audacity of it nearly made me l
