chapter 72

Sable

“You’ve put yourself first one too many times, Ridge,” Lawson goes on, malice in his words. “That ends now.”

Lawson’s statements ring so blatantly untrue that I feel like everybody in this room has to disagree with him. I’ve never known a man more likely than Ridge to put someone else first, ahead of his own needs and wants. Surely, someone will argue that point? God knows I can’t, since I’m the one who dragged Ridge away from his pack these few weeks. Anything I say would probably give Lawson fodder for tearing into his brother, telling everyone ho

w Ridge is off fucking his whore when he should be leading the pack.

But the room remains silent. The scuffle of feet on the concrete rises up into the quiet air, yet nobody speaks up. Nobody argues. Not even the group of elders, all of whom are giving Lawson looks of irritation.

Ridge, though, looks stricken. He’s staring at his brother like he’s lost his way, some expression that looks entirely too close to guilt on his face. I’m d