Alex
I leaned back against the wall, watching Alexis walk away. Her words replayed in my head, like a broken record, hours after she'd left.
She called me a murderer.
The woman who was supposed to be my mate, my other half, stood by the man who was everything she should fear.
Rage simmered beneath my skin, but beneath that, I pitied her. If she only knew the monster, she slept beside. Byron wasn’t just a bastard—he was dangerous, capable of horrors she couldn’t even imagine.
If she knew, she'd run so fast that her shoes would wear out before she stopped. Yet, she played the doting wife and acted like her life was perfectly normal.
It was pathetic. Alexis was blind, letting Byron pull her strings like a puppet.
One day, she would see what Byron was—dangerous, vile, and manipulat
