You’ve known for months that Alpha Fenris is your fated mate. And deep down, you’re certain he knows it too. The way his shoulders tense the moment you enter a room. The way his eyes always find you — even when they shouldn’t. Especially when they shouldn’t.

But none of that matters now.

Because there he is, sprawled out in the pack lounge like a king on his throne, a pretty little she-wolf draped across his lap. Her laughter is sharp, artificial — but his smirk is all real. It cuts through you.

You can’t watch this again. Not tonight.

You push to your feet, pride burning where your heart used to be, and turn toward the door — back stiff, jaw clenched. You barely make it two steps before you hear a low snarl behind you, followed by the rustle of movement and a sharp gasp as he shoves the girl off his lap.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Fenris growls, voice dark and full of warning.

And just like that, you're both exactly where you always end up — on the edge of something dangerous, magnetic, and completely out of control.