Calvin’s POV
The drive felt longer than it should have. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my jaw locked as the engine roared through the night. When I finally reached Austin’s estate, the place was booming. Music thumped from inside, and laughter spilled out from the open doors. Warriors, pack members, omegas—everyone was here.
I stepped out of the car, the hum of chatter dying down almost immediately. Heads turned. Whispers followed.
"Alpha Calvin?" someone murmured. "He actually came?"
Their surprise was understood. I never showed up for gatherings like this. Never. I hated social gatherings ever since I was little.
I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the murmurs and curious glances. The air was thick with the scent of food, wine, and too many bodies, but beneath all that chaos, I caught it.
Jasmine.
Rain.
Her.
My wolf stirred instantly, his growl vibrating through my bones. "She’s close."
I followed the scent across the hall and out to the courtyard. The night air was cooler there, and the music softer. That’s when I saw her.
Nora.
She was standing near the fountain, her back half turned to me, laughing lightly at something Austin said. My Gamma stood close—too close—his posture relaxed, his smile easy.
Something inside me snapped.
I walked toward them, my jaw clenched. Austin noticed me first, his words dying mid-sentence. His eyes widened. "Alpha Calvin... you’re here?"
The air shifted immediately with tension.
"Yes," I said evenly.
Austin hesitated. "I didn’t send you an invitation. I just assumed—you don’t usually attend gatherings."
"I know," I replied, my voice cold. "But it seems I was missing quite the event."
Austin shifted uncomfortably, sensing the anger beneath my calm. Nora finally turned fully toward me, her smile fading the instant our eyes met.
Her dress was simple, elegant, and far too beautiful for my peace of mind.
"Let’s go," I said flatly.
Her brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"
I stepped closer. "We’re leaving. Now."
Nora blinked, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," I said, my voice low, clipped with restraint. "I’m taking you back with me."
Her lips parted in shock before she scoffed softly. "Hell no. You don’t get to order me around like one of your warriors, Alpha. I’m not a child, and I’m certainly not your servant."
Her defiance hit me harder than any physical blow. My wolf bristled, growling inside me. "You’re Olivia’s friend," I said quickly, masking my true motive. "If anything happens to you, she’ll have my head. I’m responsible for your safety. You shouldn’t be here."
That was a lie—and I knew it. This wasn’t about Olivia. It was about me. About the jealousy clawing at my chest, the possessiveness I couldn’t explain or suppress.
Nora crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Responsible for my safety?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. "Or just trying to control me?"
I said nothing.
Because the truth? She was right.

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