Griffin~
I hadn't slept in two days.
The moment Marcus told me that Mist was somehow connected to Cole Lucky, my entire world turned upside down . That wasn't just bad news. It was disastrous.
Cole Lucky already had everything—power, money, influence. If he had Mist on his side, then what chance did I have? Mist was a damn legend, a deity of werewolves, and if he decided to back Cole, then Natalie—my Natalie—would be completely out of my reach.
I wasn't going to let that happen.
The thought of her in Cole's arms made my blood boil. She was supposed to be mine. She was my mate, even if I had been too blind, too damn stupid to see it before. I had rejected her because of my own damn pride.
But now, she wasn't the same broken girl I had pushed away. She was strong, feisty, sharp-tongued, and no longer afraid to speak her mind just like how she challenged my uncle at the art exhibition. And now, she was with Cole Lucky.
I slammed my fist against my desk, breathing heavily.
