Rowan's POV
Jealous?
Maybe.
Angry?
Definitely.
I'd told myself I'd low-key given up on Maeve. That the only reason she smelled… distractingly good was because she was a Lycan and we just hadn't known it yet. A fluke of biology. A quirk. Nothing personal. Nothing about mates.
Keep telling yourself that, Fenric said, his tone dripping with the kind of smugness that made me want to physically rip him out of my skull.
I scoffed. I am.
I dragged my focus back to Valeria, who was still pale and trembling. Ronan stood stiff beside her, every muscle screaming to pounce.
As Elias's Beta, he sometimes got flashes of his Alpha's emotionsz could feel the pain, the fury, like static on the skin. Right now, it was practically humming off him.
"You'll be properly punished for this. But right now leave, before I finish what Elias couldn't," Ronan ground out between his teeth.
