Chapter 9

Guilt and regret warred in Anderson’s heart like battling wolves, his Alpha power fluctuating dangerously with each surge of emotion.

After a long moment, his voice emerged cold as winter, each word carrying the weight of an Alpha command:

“Rosalie is my only mate,” he growled, fangs dropping. “My wolf chose her, even if I was too blind to see it.”

“Whether she lives or dies, she is the only one I will claim. The pack bonds don’t lie—they never accepted Shirley.”

His claws emerged as he continued, “I don’t care if Shirley is mated or single. It means nothing to me now. All her lies, all her manipulations—they’re worth less than dust.”

“That night three years ago was a mistake,” he spat the words like poison. “If I’d known Rowan would come of it, I would never have touched her. Never have started this chain of destruction.”