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Fleki’s POV

The alarms in my head had been ringing in full swing for the days that followed after I’d picked a fight with Luca, despite that fact that he’d deserved every blow I’d thrown at him on that day. The spineless asshole might’ve been the one person I’d derived the most satisfaction from roughing up because he had a huge ego which his feeble strength didn't match when I was his opponent.

Without a doubt, I didn't regret how I’d lunged at him and thrown the first blow, and even at my deathbed I wouldn't regret that I’d clearly made an attempt to kill him. If Reid hadn't stepped in exactly when he did, I’d have ripped his heart out in the seconds that followed and I’d still be reeling with contentment from taking his worthless life.

Why then were the alarms going off in my head?

As much as Luca was a silly excuse of a leader on his path, he was still recognized as an Alpha of the Silvercrest packs and protected by all the rights that came with that recognition— unlike me. This