Victor's POV
The taste of jealousy burned hot in my chest the second I saw Selene kissing Anthony in that damn club, in front of everyone.
I just stood there, frozen like a fool, as I watched her lips press against his like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.
The music pounded in my ears, but all I could hear was the rush of blood boiling inside me. In that moment, my wolf raged, clawing at the edges of my skin.
All I wanted to do was to tear him apart, but I didn’t.
Because what was the point? It looked like she had made her choice.
I stormed out through the side door of the club, my fists clenched so tight I thought they might break.
I needed to forget her. Needed to get her out of my damn head.
So I pulled out my phone and called Abel.
"Find me a woman. Now," I gro
