My ears rang, and something inside me snapped. I shoved him away with everything I had. “Childish?”
A red haze clouded my vision. Hatred—pure, unfiltered hatred—coursed through my veins. “I’m not the childish one, Jasper. It’s 'you' and your pretty little sweetheart!”
“Daphne!” he growled, baring his fangs like he wanted to rip me apart.
I scoffed, pacing the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to rein in my rage. This month had been one long, agonizing wake-up call. I knew I didn’t matter to him. He made that crystal clear when he left me standing alone at the altar. But to have him rub it in my face like this? It was too much. I could feel it—he’d snap my neck if it meant saving Briana. And I was so furious, I couldn’t even cry.
“Get out!” I screamed, the words tearing out of me. “I don’t care if you’re the next Alpha or the moon goddess herself—get out before I maul you!”
“No.” His voice was cold, and he stood his ground, his Alpha arrogance seeping through. “We’re not done here.”