~ Regis's POV ~
I could still feel the sting of their laughter.
Not the polite, dismissive kind meant to bruise a man’s ego. No, this was worse.
The sharp, cruel kind that cuts deeper than any blade, festering in places no wound ever could.
And they didn’t even bother to hide it now.
The Alphas. The Lunas. The smug bastard sentinels from packs I’d crushed under my heel for years.
They gathered like vultures around a corpse, their voices low but sharp as daggers, each chuckle was like a fresh s***h against my pride.
The same men who once bent their knees now whispered in corners, pretending they weren’t trembling behind their smug little masks.
As if I couldn’t see them.
As if I didn’t remember every slight, every insult, every downcast gaze when I was merely a Beta and would-be ma
