Third Person P.O.V.
The air was thick, charged like the moments before a lightning strike.
Caleb stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with barely contained fury, while everyone else in the living room froze. Mason and Bella’s joined hands glowed like a target under his glare.
Matt was the first to move. His Alpha presence surged through the clearing silence as he stalked forward, his voice sharp as a whip.
“What the hell are you doing here, Caleb?”
Ryan was instantly at his side, his stance protective, eyes burning. “You weren’t supposed to leave that room. How did you get out?”
Caleb’s lips curved into a smirk that made the hair on the back of Bella’s neck rise. “You really thought locking me in would keep me?” His chuckle was low and venomous. “If you didn’t want me o
