Troy’s POV The room felt smaller after she left. Too quiet. Too empty.I stayed seated long after the door closed, staring at the space where Sienna had stood, as if she might suddenly return and tell me this was all some cruel test. My chest rose and fell unevenly, my thoughts tangled, poisonous.Force her.The idea echoed in my head, ugly and dangerous. I hated myself for thinking it—but I hated losing her more.I had never been the man who begged. Never the man who chased. Power had always come easily to me. Respect followed my name. People listened when I spoke. People feared disappointing me.Sienna used to be one of them.I pushed up from the chair and began pacing, running a hand through my hair. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, agitated. I didn't like rejection. It didn’t like being challenged. I didn't like Scott.Scott.His name tasted bitter in my mouth.A rogue-born nobody who had somehow slipped through the cracks. A man with no lineage, no proper pack history,
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