(Alexander's POV)

The casual way she spoke about sharing me with others filled me with a rage so consuming I could barely think straight. Every word felt like acid being poured directly onto my soul.

"How can others compare to you?" I snarled, the lie coming easily as I tried to wound her as deeply as she was wounding me. "I've tried. Those she-wolves aren't half as wanton as you."

The words tasted like poison in my mouth, but I wanted to see her flinch. I wanted to see ...