Brian's POV
The phone screen went completely black, and all that remained was the cold, monotonous busy tone in the receiver. My grip on the metal body of the device tightened, knuckles protruding starkly. She hung up on me—the woman who used to not even breathe loudly in my presence—she actually dared to cut me off, just like that.
Pain flared violently at the mark on the back of my neck—the mark she once proudly bore, and which now burned like fire.
This searing pain was an undeniable reminder of an unforgiving reality.
She had just slept with another Alpha.
Hebert.
The thought of Ashley's body—which used to belong only to me—being tainted with the scent of another Alpha had my blood boiling.
The image of her lying in his arms, making sounds that once were only min
