Bailee’s POV
I easily dodge out of the way of Arthur’s claws, the man has no finesse, thinking that his strength is enough to win a fight. As his momentum propels him forward, I curl around his side and use the palm of my hand to slam between his shoulder blades, sending him sprawling across the floor.
Instead of using my advantage, I step back, allowing my ex Mate to scramble to his feet, wanting not just to win, but to humiliate the asshole. I want him to look up at me from the ground as I hold my claws to his throat. I want to watch the dawning expression when he realises, I’m not just the stronger wolf, I am so much stronger that my blood was actually what made him harder to beat. He didn’t just throw away his Mate and his family for a bit of tail, he threw away his ability to be a b
