Camila’s POV:
I had no proof, but I knew what I saw. It was clear, Theo must know, I'll let him.
The scent of her was still on him. The unmistakable scent of Nyx, still lingered around even though she just left. Making anger ripple through my blood
My wolf snarled in my mind, demanding fairness. My gaze pierced into Xander, looking for any sign of remorse. But his expression remained unreadable, cold as the moon at night.
He didn’t deny it. And he hadn't said a thing.
He just sat there, quiet, as if my emotions meant nothing. As if I particularly meant nothing.
My chest ached with betrayal. He hadn't just chosen her over me he disrespected me too, My stomach churned.
A growl built in my throat, my nails growing into claws before I tried to steady my breath. Losing control now wou
