Victor’s POV
I watched Ava walk away.
Her back was straight. Her steps were steady. She did not look back once.
Yet with every step she took, something in my chest tightened harder, as if invisible claws were sinking between my ribs.
My wolf stirred violently beneath my skin.
Go after her.
I ignored him. The office door closed behind her, and the sound echoed far louder than it should have.
Tie the knot… fiancé….
The words circled my mind like vultures. What nonsense was she talking about?
Ava... getting married?
To whom? Since when?
My jaw clenched. I should have been relieved. That was what I wanted, wasn’t it? Separation, distance, an end to this constant conflict.
So why did the thought of another male touching what had once been mine make my blood run hot?
My wolf snarled
