Even with my wolf lying dormant, a searing rage simmered within me. My mouth filled with the bitter taste of fury—not just jealousy but something deeper, sharper. I was this close to marching down the corridor and pounding on Stefano’s door until he opened it, imagining myself storming in, grabbing Ornella by her perfect hair, and throwing her out. And once I’d dealt with her, I’d turn my wrath on him. Goddess, I was beyond ready to kick him where it hurt... over and over.

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