Aria's POV
Kierra froze, a flash of deep disappointment flickering across her face before she quickly masked it.
She pulled out her phone, her thumb pressing down on the screen with subtle, suppressed rage.
Her sweet scent soured into a bitter, acrid tang under her breath.
Why?
Because Julian had chosen to send me to the pack police rather than severing our mate bond on the spot.
Calling the cops meant delays, investigations, and paperwork; it wasn't the clean, immediate break she had been desperately praying for.
She lowered her head to make the call, trying her best to conceal the raw frustration twisting her features.
Beside her, Isaac stood completely stunned.
He was just a kid, far too naive to grasp how violently his little scheme with Kierra was spiraling out of control
