I woke with a start, my body drenched in sweat. What the heck was that dream?
Was that a warning? That if I didn't act fast enough, I'd lose her to my enemy?
No, no, no… I couldn't take that chance.
My fingers twitched, and my breath became ragged. I couldn't keep my chest from heaving as I tried to shake off the last remnants of the dream.
But the agony stayed.
The pain.
The rage.
I clutched the arms of my wheelchair so tightly that my knuckles went white.
It wasn't real.
It wasn't real.
It wasn't real.
But the ache in my chest told me otherwise.
María José would never look at me the way she looked at Axel.
Not now. Not ever.
Unless I changed that. Unless I took what should have been mine. I couldn't let that future exist. I couldn't live in a world where she belonged to him.
My fingers relaxed at that mere thought. A wicked smile curled across my lips.
Yes. I would take it all. Axel. The pack.
Her.
And when I did, María José would never smile at him again.
