Dickson

I could still taste blood in my mouth. The sting of the former Beta’s punches throbbed in my jaw, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction burning inside me.

I had won.

Not in the way I expected, my hands weren’t drenched in Lucas’s blood, and I hadn’t torn apart the wolves who had ruined my mate, but I had still won.

That bastard of an Acting Alpha was humiliated.

The pack he longed to rule didn’t even acknowledge him. The former Beta ...