Veronica’s POV
The corridor seemed to shrink around me as I stormed toward my chambers, my heels striking the stone floor like thunderclaps. Rage burned in my chest so hot it made my breath catch. I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed Alpha Dylan, my Dylan, walking a stray into the packhouse as though she belonged.
And worse, as though she belonged to him.
My hands trembled as I shoved open the door to my room. The polished wood groaned under the force, and the echo rattled through the high-ceilinged space. A mirror stood across from me, gilded and tall, and when my reflection caught my eye, I almost didn’t recognize myself. My face was flushed, eyes too bright, lips curled in a snarl.
“Her,” I hissed. The word tasted bitter, poisoned. “Of all the women in this world, he cho
