pte

POINT

nst it, my chest heaving like I've run a marathon. But I haven't moved a musc

actly what nee

ot from regret. From rage. Pure, white-hot fur

y she looked at me with such desperate hope. Like I was h

to the floor. The copper tang mixes with the scent of her still clingin

y h

Of all the wolves in all the packs, why did fate try to cha

spise about the lower ranks. The way they cower and

oesn't understand why I rejected our so-called mate.

t mate with failures. Because the future of our pac

poison that tried to

nto my skin through my uniform. The scent of her still clings to my clot

k comes with

old. The way her lips parted in shock. How she grippe

ing pathetic that wanted to go to her. My hand actually twi

the truth. When I reminded her and

he was too w

t. I handled it perfectly. Showed everyone that R

on

face is tight with something that looks like concern but could be adm

d," Marcus says carefu

. Exactly what

voice is steady now. Strong. "Someo

rl in our group. "Everyone's talking about it. You m

doesn't understand. Doesn't see the bigger picture. All he

hould. Confident. Unshakeable. "Omegas need to understand their pl

e strange. Like they're seeing

uietly. "There was someth

ke an accusation. My wolf go

. "Just a pathetic Omega with delus

way you r

disrespect," I cut him off. "With strength. With cl

ngry. He doesn't agree with anything I'm saying

y she tried so hard to be brave

and met my eyes even as t

dden beneath all

ength in submission. No courage in accepting defeat

going to do no

o. She got the message. Everyone got the messag

ain. Sharper this

her inferior. How she flinched with eac

o reach for her. Some weak part of me

hat strength looks like. And I fin

ly what an Alpha should do. Chose power over w

of pure anguish that tears thr

ut, leaving me alone with my satisfaction. My pride

wall again. This time, it doesn't feel good. It feels h

ch harder, the metal edges cutting into my palms.

aves now. Each one tryin

caught herself. The desperate hope in

en I said I felt nothing. Because some p

ooked walking aw

shattered them because someone had to. Bec

as don't cod

. A low, constant whine that makes my skull ache

e concrete walls. But then my wolf's voice brea

uth. Force the weakness b

ht choice. The strong choice. The choice

a mistake. A cosmic error that would have

tisfied with how I handled it. How I p

Is nothing. Will

sure everyo

ongratulating me. Praising my strength. Talkin

job well done. But for some reason, the pride doesn't taste as

Probably understanding for the first time what real power look

like something is

d what it takes to lead. W

egret n

, I can't s