Paige's POV
I slowly rose from my seat, my wolf Tiana bristling as I met those furious black eyes—eyes that still made my pulse race. His Alpha dominance rolled off him , thick with whiskey and winter pine, a scent that once meant home. My knees trembled, but I refused to let him see how he still affected me.
He clenched his jaw, the muscle twitching. "We need to talk."
I glanced at Steve, who stood calmly beside me, his storm and cedar scent deliberately calm despite Noah's aggressive posturing.
Noah's glare shifted to Steve, a low growl rumbling in his chest before snapping back to me. "Paige!"
"There's nothing left to say, Alpha Noah," I said coldly, emphasizing his title to remind us both of the broken bond between us.
"You agreed to date with that wolf?" he snarled
