Chapter 17.

JASON.

“I won’t eat or drink anything you give me. Take this filth away!” My voice shakes with barely contained rage as I slap the glass from the bedside table, watching it shatter on the floor.

Nicole’s face pales, her hands trembling as she recoils with wide eyes filled with fear. Meanwhile, Victor stands off to the side, his lip curling in disgust. “Pathetic,” he sneers, his disdain cutting through the air like a blade.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” Nicole takes a tentative step toward me, her voice soft but laced with desperation.

I can’t bear to be near her. I can feel she isn't being honest with me and it chokes me. I feel the heat rising beneath my skin, my wolf clawing to be let out. If I stay any longer, I might do something I can’t take back.

Without another word, I turn and storm out of the house, my muscles quaking with the need to escape.

“Jason, my love,” Nicole's voice calls for me but it falls on deaf ears. I can't stand dishonest people.

As soon as I’m outsi