Chapter 51
The word ‘rejection’ hit Carter like a physical spark to a powder keg. His grief vanished, replaced instantly by a blinding, feral rage. His eyes bled into a void of pure black, his pupils expanding until the iris disappeared, and a guttural snarl ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a beast backed into a corner—a direct, jagged act of defiance aimed straight at his Alpha.
In any other context, such blatant disrespect toward Dorian would have resulted in Carter being pinned to the dirt in seconds, a brutal reminder of the pack’s hierarchy. But Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t growl back, and he didn't bare his teeth. He simply stood his ground, meeting Carter’s obsidian gaze with a chillingly calm resolve.
Dorian had baited the hook, and Carter had bitten. He knew that the
