Melissa.
I stood by the window, my fingers curling slowly against the cold glass as I watched Robert storm into the mansion grounds. His strides were long and violent, as if the earth itself had offended him. Rage burned openly in his eyes, raw, unrestrained, the kind that promised blood if it was not quenched. Even from a distance, I could feel it. The air around him seemed to tremble, thick with fury.
He was truly ready to declare war.
For her.
For that bitch—Tessa.
The realization made my lips curl in disbelief and disgust. How absurd could this get? Two highly respected Alphas, leaders feared and revered, reduced to reckless beasts because of a single girl. A girl who had done nothing but stir chaos wherever she went. It was laughable. No, infuriating. Their pride, their legacy, everything they stood for, all thrown aside for her sake.
