(Tyron's POV)
I pace my study. Check my phone constantly. Demand updates from my investigators even though barely six hours have passed.
It's not about Sanya anymore. Not really.
It's about the humiliation. The fact that I—Tyron Stone, Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, the most powerful wolf in the region—am second choice.
That some rankless nobody had her first. Had her heart. Had her love in a way I never will.
The thought eats at me like acid.
I, who have never settled for second-best in my entire life.
I, who always get the finest, the first, the best.
I got used goods. A woman who gave her heart away before I could claim it.
And that rankless nobody is probably somewhere laughing about it. About the stupid Alpha who married his leftovers.
My fist slams into the desk. The wood cracks
