Lucas

He smirked. “Really?” The contempt in his voice was unmistakable.

I nodded quickly, desperation clawing at my throat. “Yes.”

He turned to face Scar, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. “Did you hear what he said? What do you think about that, mate?”

Mate! That familiar term of endearment never used for me sent waves of bitterness through my body, jealousy burning in my veins.

“This is the best arrangement, Alpha Dickson,” I pressed on, fighting to keep my voice steady despite the fear threatening to consume me. “Consider it carefully. Scar doesn’t have feelings for you; her heart belongs only to me. She loves me.”

“What makes...