JONAS' POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window. My chest heaved up and down as I breathed heavily. I was pissed as hell.
My jaw ached from the fight last night. It reminded me of how Trevor had humiliated me at the bar. I clenched my fists, feeling the bruises throb against my skin.
Trevor. That bastard. He had no right—no f*****g right to lay a hand on me. He thought he was so cool.
And for what? Because of *her*?
Brianna.
Her name slipped into my thoughts. I got up and slammed my fist against the windowsill. The force sent pain through my body due to the bruises I had but I could care less about that now.
Brianna. I told myself I didn’t care about her. After all, she was just an omega, but my thoughts kept going back to her. The way she used to look at me with th
