You don't want her, yet you won't give her to me.
Keenan squeezed his hands tightly around the quill as Claude's words echoed in his head. It annoyed him. He truly didn't want her; all he wanted was his revenge.
What Claude was insinuating had nothing to do with his revenge, right?
Yet, the idea of giving her to Claude—even for a day—caused a vicious pain in his chest. He could still clearly see them kissing in his head, and he was extremely revolted and angry.
However, he shouldn't have had such an extreme reaction, and he decided it was best to ignore them; that was the right approach. But every moment he sat at that table felt like chewing glass.
Keenan's gaze darkened as he looked toward the door, just as three heavy knocks rattled the door. He knew who was behind it. He returned his gaze to the paperwork on his desk. If he ignored Claude, hopefully the Alpha would get the message and leave him alone.
He didn't.
