Jason’s POV
Jason gave one last nod to the betas as he climbed into his car, gripping the wheel with a little too much force. His mind was f*****g fried.
"Goodnight, Alpha," one of them called as he pulled off.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders as tension rippled through him. He wasn’t just wound up—he was tortured.
His whole damn body still burned with Coral’s scent. Her warmth. Her softness.
Fuck.
His wolf, Ty, was pissed.
You had her in your arms, and you let her go. Weak-ass human.
Jason clenched his jaw, ignoring him. He needed a run. A long, hard, mind-numbing run to get his s**t together.
A voice slipped into his mind.
"Hey J, you wanna go for a run?"
It was Reid.
Jason exhaled sharply. No, but Ty needs to get out. Meet me in front of the
