There was a heated tension between us. Hestia and I are officially at war now.

I could no longer feel dominated by her. After all, I have my own privilege and advantage. When I first met her, she made my knees wobble, my breathing hitched. When her gaze met mine, I was always the first one to break eye contact.

But not this time. Not for long—not when I goddamn wanted to kill her and my mate, Alpha Brandon. They are the reason why I’m on the brink of death every shitful hell of a night.

I wanted to choke her until she could no longer feel the need to...