Karl's POV

I've always hated Clarissa's guts. The way she talked like she owned the place. The way she retorted to the Alpha. Everything got to my nerves making me want to slit her throat and get it over with. But for some reason, the Alpha tolerated her. If he did, I had no choice but to stay put.

“You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to, you rut,” she had sneered at me once when I'd told her to watch the way she spoke to Ferguson.

And she'd been right. All the more reason for my ...