What does this mean?

Tamara's POV

I stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me so hard that the walls shook. My anger coursed through me like wildfire, every thought of Jack claiming me in front of everyone making my blood boil. After everything I did to establish myself as the sole leader, the true Luna of the Crimson pack, he had the audacity to pull a stunt like that—kissing me in front of all those alphas, declaring me as his like I was some kind of trophy.

Not only did it make me look weak, but it undid all the work I had done tonight. They were supposed to see me as the leader, not as some prize Jack could claim whenever he felt like it.

I paced the living room, the heels of my shoes clicking against the wooden floor. How dare he!

The door opened, and I spun around to see Jack walking in, his face set with a mixture of frustration and concern. “Tamara,” he started, his voice pleading, “we need to talk.”

I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s there to talk about, Jack? You