Noah POV

I walk out of the packhouse into the night air.

My hands are shaking. From rage. From humiliation.

'That was a disaster.'

I crashed a party. Got into a fight. Made a scene in front of hundreds of people.

And Zoe---

The way she looked at me. Cold. Distant. Like I was nothing.

'Like I'm the enemy.'

The mate bond aches in my chest. Raw. Painful.

But underneath the pain, something else burns.

Jealousy.

Pure, consuming ...