Ross's POV.
"You're no different from Richard. In fact, he's far better than you. So get the fuck out of my house, now!"
Her words echoed in my mind, fueling my rage. I slammed my fists into the punching bag, my breathing ragged and my anger boiling over.
How dare she think she can speak to me like that? Does she think the mate bond gives her the right to disrespect me?
Each word that flashed in my mind ignited a new spark of fury. But it was her comparison to Richard that sent me over the edge.
So, she also thinks he's better than me too? The thought seared my pride like a branding iron.
I let out a fierce growl as I unleashed a flurry of punches on the bag, my fists flying in a blur of anger and frustration.
When will I be good enough? When will I be better than Richard?
I ripped off my gloves and collapsed onto the bench, guzzling my water.