Chapter 18 - 19
Calhoun’s POV~
She saw it, the nerve she’d struck and she laughed like a banshee, so broken, mascara streaking down her face. The sound made my blood pound in my skull.
She tilted her head at me, eyes glinting with sick triumph. “What’s wrong, Calhoun? Did that cut too deep?” Her voice was taunting, cracked with madness. “Do you want to know what I found the first time I got into your Rolls Royce? Hmm?”
I clenched my fists, nails biting my palms.
She leaned closer, her breath sour with tears and rage. “Elodie’s panties. Her bra. And a little note she left for you under your seat, ‘Thank you, love. From Elodie.’” Her laugh splintered in the air. “But you never got to see it, did you? I destroyed it. Tore it up right in front of myself. Ha!”
Heat climbed up my neck. My skin turned molten red, my chest rising like I had fire trapped inside me.
But she didn’t stop. She pressed harder, lips curling like a snake ready to strike.
“Face it,” she spat. “You ruined Elodie, not me! She ran because she saw you for what you are, a weak, pathetic man. You should’ve protected her from me, but you didn’t. You hurt her. You chose me. And now?” Her teeth bared in a vicious grin. “Now you’ll rot in your regret forever. She’ll never come back to you.”
That broke something inside me.
A growl ripped out of my chest before I could stop it. My hand shot forward and clamped around her throat. She gasped, her nails clawing at my wrist as I squeezed. My vision blurred red. My wolf surged up, desperate to rip through her skin. My eyes flashed golden and feral, hungry to snap her neck right there.
She choked, legs kicking weakly, mascara tears running like blood.
“Alpha, please!” Tristan’s voice cut through. He gripped my arm. “There are too many eyes here. Stop before you do something you can’t take back.”