Dominic

I had thought for years that if I ever saw him on the ground, if I ever saw the great Xander bleeding, I would feel something close to mercy.

I didn’t.

All I felt was the rot of years clawing its way out of me.

“I followed you,” I said, voice shaking more from rage than fear. “I bled for you. I watched you hurt the ones who trusted you, and I still called you Alpha. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve any of us.”

Xander’s mouth ...