I never wanted to be a monster.
But Asher made me one.
His choice—the imprint, the betrayal, the endless cycle of control and cruelty—had ripped me apart, piece by piece, until there was nothing left to salvage.
Now?
Now, I was something else entirely.
And I was done playing by his rules.
The air in the room was thick, charged with something dangerous. Asher stood rigid, his breathing sharp and uneven, watching me like he didn’t recognize what I’d become.
Good.
Because I wasn’t his anymore.
I turned my gaze to Ronan, who was watching the two of us like he was waiting for the final explosion. His smirk was there, lazy and amused, but his eyes—those sharp, predatory eyes—were locked onto mine like he was waiting to see just how far I was willing to go.
“How far do you want to take
