Gaia watched in amusement—or what she tried to convince herself was amusement—as Maya was carefully placed into the back seat of the luxurious car. The way Alpha Logan handled her was protective and possessive like she was something sacred.
Like Maya mattered more than the whole damn pack.
Beta Fergus closed the door with a calm that made Gaia’s jaw clench, and the engine purred as the car drove off, leaving behind nothing but dust, tension, and rage coiled like a viper in the air.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Rage, yes. But under it—jealousy. A bitter, pulsing ache in her chest.
Then Alpha Rio's icy voice cut through the fog in her head.
“What the f**k did you mean by you thought he was in love with you?”
His eyes were blazing, the barely restrained Alpha within clawing at the
