Denzel’s POV
Jalisa slammed her fist against my office door just as I was preparing to sleep. The sharp, insistent sound sliced through the quiet of the house. With a tired sigh, I pushed myself to my feet and went to open it not because I wanted to see her, but because I refused to let her wake the pack members and turn this into a spectacle.
The moment I pulled the door open, regret hit me square in the chest.
She stood there in red lace lingerie, a short silk robe barely clinging to her body. My stomach twisted violently. The sight didn’t tempt me it disgusted me. The realization that Tyrell and I had been f*****g the same woman for three years made my skin crawl.
I could have handled the truth if she’d been honest. If she had come to me and said she wanted Tyrell, I would have divo
