Chapter 7

Emotional wounds cut fast and deep.

A brutal fever hit me after I left Ezra’s den. My wolf’s energy was falling out of balance.

I sank into a fever dream. I saw my sixteen-year-old self. The girl Ezra had already erased from his mind.

Ezra Sylvan. A born Alpha.

He didn’t need an elite bloodline. His power and charm alone were enough to make females flock to him. And to top it off, he was the undisputed leader of the apex pack.

He had a type—wild and stunning. He slept with everyone from foreign envoys to his own frontline warriors.

No one thought he’d ever look twice at a “good girl” like me. I had nothing to offer but obedience.

But he had already had every kind of female he wanted. At the height of his power, he was bored. And then his eyes landed on me.

Shadows stretched across the border valley the first time I saw him. He was flirting with Liana, the undisputed beauty of the packs.

Liana wanted to become a movie star. Ezra pulled the strings to make it happen.

As Liana clung to him and begged for his attention, I happened to glance up.

Ezra’s face was unreadable. Thick smoke curled from the cigar between his knuckles. He looked bored.

Then he jerked his chin in my direction. He cut her right off. “Who is that?”