Jane

The loud music pounded in my chest as I danced, but my heart was beating fast for a different reason. Him.

Alpha Richard Brown stood across the busy club, staring right at me.

Goddess, why does he still make me feel this way?

My palms grew slick with sweat as memories crashed over me—his cold rejection, the humiliation, and the way he’d dismissed me like I was nothing.

A mix of anger and longing swirled inside me—conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

My chest felt ...