Third-Person Point of View
"Riley!!!" Ezra's deep voice boomed from the doorway again.
Riley's heart skipped a beat. How had Ezra arrived now? She was already struggling to handle a devastated Eash who'd just confessed his love, and now an angry Ezra, who'd declared his own feelings just three days ago, stood glaring in the entryway.
She tried to squirm free from Eash's embrace, desperate not to provoke Ezra further. But Eash only tightened his grip, his arm locking like a vice around her waist.
Kimberley rushed toward the door, but the dominant alpha was already striding into the living room.
Ezra wore a light blue shirt beneath an unzipped black rain jacket, both damp from the storm. His usual icy demeanour was shattered, his hair dishevelled, his breathing ragged, as if he'd dressed in frantic haste.
His green eyes blazed with fury as they landed on his brother, who still clung to Riley on the sofa.
"Ezra..." Riley said, pushing against Eash's chest, but Eash only held her tighter.
