I’m not just pissed—I’m furious. So angry I can barely think straight.
How dare he?
Jack with his obsessive, possessive behaviour. He had the audacity to question my loyalty, to accuse Fury of being in love with me, as if I’m some prize they can toss back and forth. I’ve always seen Fury like a brother. No, scratch that—he’s more like a shield I never asked for but somehow always had at my side. Loyal. Protective.
But Jack didn’t see any of that.
He stood there, all Alpha pride and sharp accusations, speaking down to me like I was his possession. He saw red, snarling like a territorial beast, claiming no one else had the right to even look at me.
I didn’t mean the things I said. I know my words came out like knives, but I couldn’t stop myself. He pushed me too far. And when I snappe
