RIKA
I wanted to punch him so badly. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles white from the pressure. Kade kept going from bad to worse, transforming into someone I didn't recognize anymore. This wasn't the sweet, loving Kade I knew—the one who detested the Alpha title, who just wanted to be himself without the weight of pack politics crushing him. Right now, I was staring at a different person entirely. A venom-spitting stranger wearing my Alpha's face.
"Tell me, bastard," Kade spat, his amber eyes blazing with fury. "Why the f**k are you looking at my brother that way? Like you want to f**k him right in front of my face?"
I swallowed hard. The accusation hung in the air between us, heavy with implications I didn't want to examine. Truth was, I wasn't the one looking at Damon that way.
