They say revenge is best served cold.
But mine?
Mine had been simmering for years.
This wasn’t something I had decided overnight. It wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment act of desperation. No, this had been a long time coming.
Because Asher might have thought he ruined me when he marked me, when he tied me to him against my will, when he made me suffer—
But the truth?
The truth was, I started ruining him long before he even knew I was capable of it.
Twelve Years Ago
I was ten when I first understood what Asher really was.
Before then, he had been nothing more than the Alpha’s son—golden and untouchable. He ran with the strongest boys, commanded attention without even trying. But me? I was nothing. I was human in a pack of wolves, a frail little girl who didn’t belong.
And Asher hated
