Wren’s POV
“Now that that’s over with,” Noah says as he releases his grip and the corpse of Mr. Evans clatters to the ground. Noah turns his murderous gaze on me and asks, “What the f**k are you doing here?”
He knows.
It’s not the words he says; it’s the way he says them. It’s the way he looks even more angry with me than he did with Mr. Evans. He knows what’s going on between me and Alina.
“We were just trying to crash the party and have a little fun,” says Kat. “Until we walked in on this rather uncomfortable situation.”
But Noah doesn’t so much as spare her a glance. His dark, hateful eyes are pinned to mine. “Is that true?”
I want to tell him the truth. I want to tell him, in front of his entire pack, that Alina and I care more about each other than she’ll ever care for him. I wa
