Mara
I wanted to punish Lucian.
He had yelled at me—in front of everyone. I played it off like it didn’t sting, like I was above the humiliation, but it cut deep. I wanted answers too. I wanted justice. But not at the cost of respect. Not like that.
They’d chased us, run us off the road, and buried silver bullets in our bodies. They’d wanted us dead. I hadn’t flinched at the thought of wiping out Theo’s entire family and locking him away to rot. Mercy was never part of the plan.
Still, Lucian’s outburst couldn’t go unaddressed.
So I wore the lace hipsters. His weakness. I knew exactly what they did to him. Then I stripped the pillows from his side of the bed and sent him to the couch. Not because I hated him. But because I needed him to understand.
He might be Alpha—but I was his mat
