Axton
I watch as the news plays out across every channel, my wolf snarling in my head at the display. I feel sick knowing everyone can see her in such a vulnerable state, yet I made sure the essential parts were blurred a little.
However, the images leave little to the imagination. I warned her; I messaged her, telling her she had to call me or else. So, she can hardly complain if “or else” happens. She’s been warned, and now she has to pay for the consequences of her actions.
Smug satisfaction washes through me. My mate will be begging at my feet to take her in when she has nowhere else to go, and I’ll handle the issue with her father, too. Her father will kick her out of the pack and remove her titles, forcing her back to me or into going rogue. I scoff at the idea.
His spot on the
