Jackson's POV

A cold rage, bitter and sharp, coursed through me as I stormed out of the council hall. The air was thick with the scent of a hundred different resentments, but none burned as hot as my own. That bastard. That Nathan.

He had the audacity to stand there, in front of the entire council, and claim Adina as his mate. He had the nerve to lie, to pretend his little human tramp was his, all to steal what was rightfully mine.

The shame of it, the sheer humiliation, made me feel ...