LONDON’S POV
The moment the Alpha King called Elena and Aiden to the stage, my chest tightened. My pulse raced, a hot, jagged spike of jealousy cutting through me. It wasn’t rational—I knew it was just a formality, a stupid game meant to entertain his guests—but seeing them together, side by side, as if they were still tied by some invisible thread, made my stomach churn.
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and forced myself to breathe. She’s mine now. She chose me. But the anger, the fear—it didn’t listen to reason. It just simmered, raw and ugly, beneath the surface.
Lisa’s voice slithered into my ear, sharp and grating. “Glad you can finally see the truth,” she said, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “Elena’s always going to run back to him. You’re just a
