"You can fight it, little Luna, but we’ll make you beg to belong to us." – Jaxon Caine
Seth's POV
The Alpha meeting had been torture. Watching smug Alphas curl their fingers possessively around their Lunas’ throats, their fangs brushing delicate skin, murmuring low, filthy promises into their ears—my wolf was on edge the entire f*****g time.
He wanted that.
We needed that.
The ache was unbearable, clawing at my insides, and I could feel my brothers suffering the same way. Callum was tense as hell, barely keeping it together. Jaxon was silent, his wolf pacing just as violently as mine. And Rory? He looked like he wanted to break something—or someone.
The meeting was bullshit.
We needed to find her.
And yet, after all that, I still tried drowning the ache the only way I kn
