Hector the fucking hero

Ivonne’s POV

For a long moment, all I could do was stare. My breath caught in my throat as if someone had slammed an iron gate shut on my lungs. Alpha Hector—of all people—was standing there, right in front of me, his hand firmly pressed against Lincoln’s chest, shoving him back. His voice was like a whip crack, low and cutting.

“Back. the fuck Off.”

The words weren’t loud, but they were sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence.

Lincoln’s face darkened instantly, fury flashing across his features. “Stay out of this, Hector. This is between me and my wife.” His hand clamped tighter around my wrist as if trying to prove a point. “You don’t interfere in married couples’ problems.”

I stiffened at the word wife. The nerve of him. We were divorced, the ink had long since dried, and still, he tried to twist reality to his liking. My jaw clenched, but before I could even open my mouth, Hector gave a humorless laugh.

“Wife?” Hector tilted his head, his smirk cold and cruel. “Don’t delud