Lucas's POVI sat in the coffee shop, watching her walk away, hand in hand with that man.Sophie's smile was radiant, a kind of pure joy I had never seen on her face before.When she looked at that Alpha, there was a light in her eyes.When she looked at me, there was only calm detachment.I knew who the man was—Jason Miller, the Alpha of a small pack in Seattle. Gentle, chivalrous, with no prominent bloodline, but highly respected.Most importantly, when he looked at Sophie, his eyes held only adoration, not possession.My wolf was roaring in my chest, wanting to storm out of here and drag my Omega back.But I didn't move.Because I knew she wasn't mine anymore.She never had been.The server came to clear the table and, seeing me sitting there motionless, asked with concern, "Sir, can I get you anything else?""Another coffee," I said, my voice hoarse."Of course." The server paused. "Sir, are you alright? You look very pale."I shook my head, not answering.When the coffee arrived,
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