The door barely closed behind Catherine Bennett before my wolf erupted with murderous rage. I had returned to the compound earlier than expected, catching the sickly sweet scent of expensive perfume and malice in the lobby. Curious, I'd followed it—straight to Seraphina's door.
I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but my enhanced hearing had picked up every poisonous word that bitch had spewed at my pregnant mate. Standing in the shadows of the hallway, I'd gripped the wall so hard my fingers left indentations in the plaster.
_"Kill her,"_ my wolf snarled. _"She threatened our mate. Our cub."_
I paced the corridor, waiting for the woman to leave, fighting for control. When Catherine finally emerged from Seraphina's suite, I melted deeper into the shadows, watching her smug face as she strutted toward the elevator.
