Dickson

I could still taste blood in my mouth. The sting of the former Beta’s punches throbbed in my jaw, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction burning inside me.

I had won.

Not in the way I expected, my hands weren’t drenched in Lucas’s blood, and I hadn’t torn apart the wolves who had ruined my mate, but I had still won.

That bastard of an Acting Alpha was humiliated.

The pack he longed to rule didn’t even acknowledge him. The former Beta had dismissed him like an annoying pup.

Lucas’s rage had been almost tangible, thick in the air like a storm waiting to break, but he...