Ivy’s POV
Another past is back to haunt me, wrapped in an immaculate suit and a twisted sense of vengeance.
George Albert. His name alone brought a storm of memories crashing down, memories I had tried so hard to bury. From the moment we crossed paths in business school, he had made it his mission to snuff out my ambition. I had been the bright-eyed idealist then, eager to carve my own path in a world dominated by men like him. But George? He thrived on destruction, wearing it like a badge of honor.
Meeting him made me feel the pain of not having a wolf even after I had told myself not to. If I did have a wolf, I would have taught him a lesson he won’t forget in a hurry. One that will have him crawling away in shame whenever he sets his eyes on me.
We had started as rivals in the lect
