REED
I was going to kill him, the thought consumed me, burning through my mind with such intensity that everything else faded to background noise.
I was going to kill Asher Graham.
I'd been watching him all night, watching the way he moved through the crowd with fucking Scott at his side, qatching the way he touched Scott's arm, watching the fuckng way he faked laughed, performative, but effective and watching him try to make me jealous, and damn it was fucking working.
Goddess, it was working so well I could barely breathe through the rage. I wanted to tear everyone and anything apart.
I hated everything going on around me and my pre-rut instincts were screaming at me. Every fiber of my being demanded I cross that clearing, rip Scott away from him, and claim what was mine but I held back, actually I was barely holding back because the warnings kept replaying in my head, although I don't give a fuck about the rules because it doesn't concern me.
