“Vee!” He called out her nickname in the same tender, loving tone he'd used years ago, when they were still together in his pack. The familiar sound of his voice, the way he whispered her name, awakened a flood of past memories and emotions.

“Don't!” She snapped, turning around, and letting out a gasped breath. “Don't you dare call me that. You have no right!” She pointed straight into his chest.

“Veronica, please.” He begged, falling on his knees.

“You lost the right to call my name that way the moment you stood there and watched me being humiliated and you did nothing. Absolutely nothing, Beck. You did nothing, despite...