Markus had never considered himself a jealous man.
Possessive?
Maybe.
Protective?
Definitely.
But jealous?
Not really.
As Alpha, there had never been much reason for it.
Most things he wanted, he worked for.
Most things he lost, he accepted.
At least that was what he used to believe.
Tonight proved how wrong he was.
Because as he sat alone in his car parked across the street, watching Felicia leave with Avery, jealousy settled inside his chest like poison.
Not the ugly kind.
Not the kind that made him angry.
The painful kind.
The kind that made him realize exactly what he had thrown away.
The kind that made him understand someone else had been living the life that should have been his.
Markus watched Avery open the passenger door for her.
Watched Felicia laugh at somethi
