Chapter 33: Alpha's Rage
(Charlotte's POV)
Mia slammed her fist on the table. The sharp sound made me jump, and I could see her wolf glowing in her angry blue eyes.
“That wolf!” she growled, her voice low and sharp like a blade. “Twisting and breaking everything he touches, just to keep you under his claw. He doesn’t want you back, Charlotte. This isn’t love. It’s his pride.”
I fiddled with my glass of blood wine, the dark red liquid swirling as I tried to steady my shaking hands. Her words hit like darts, sharp and true.
“You’re right,” I admitted quietly. “It’s not about... us. Not anymore.” I paused, catching her fierce gaze. “It’s about control. It’s always been control.”
Mia leaned forward, her hands flat against the table, her knuckles white. “And you’re letting him win.
