“Enough?!” I screamed directly in his face, my entire body thrashing. “You have the nerve to say enough? All of you are the same! You selfish, cold-hearted Alphas!” I struggled against his grip like a wild thing. “Elior is gone! And none of you—not even you—fought to save him! Why, Ronan? Why didn’t you come?”
My tears were hot, endless. I hated the way my voice cracked, how broken I sounded.
His grip turned harsh. His voice lowered, venom dripping from each syllable. “He wasn’t mine,” he hissed. “Stop the delusion. You’re not thinking straight—”
Before he could finish, I lunged forward and bit into his hand.
He let out a sharp sound of pain, wrenching away as blood trickled down.
“Let me go!” I screamed, panting and sobbing. “I don’t want you here! I don’t want to see your face again!”
My entire body trembled as I gasped for air.
“You let Elior die,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You let our son die…”
His eyes darkened, rage swirling in them. His grip became painful.
“Say that again,” he growled. “Say it one more time and see what happens.”
Suddenly, my sister Hannah burst into the room.
“Get your hands off her, Ronan!” she barked.