Scarlett

“I have no time for this nonsense, Nina," Jack said sharply, his voice cutting through my laughter.

He turned away from Nina’s crumpled form, his disgust evident in the rigid set of his shoulders as he addressed us.

“Alpha Damon,” he called, his tone shifting to one of formal courtesy. The shift was remarkable—from fury to humility in the space of a heartbeat. “My mother explained everything to me. I’m so sorry.”

He bowed his head. “I ...