Chapter 62

The sudden brawl in the locker room sent a shockwave through our group, shattering the camaraderie we had shared moments before. The unknown intruder clutched his bleeding nose, writhing in pain on the locker room floor.

Rolf and the others scrambled to intervene, pulling me away from the dazed newcomer. The atmosphere had turned hostile, and it was clear that my possessiveness over Ashley had pushed me to my limits.

Nash and Lukas, now standing beside the fallen boy, glared at me. "What the hell, Thorian? You can't just attack someone like that," Nash scolded, his anger evident.

But the stranger, with a devilish grin, rose to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose. "Impressive punch," he admitted, his voice oozing confidence. "But I was only joking.

I was seething with anger at the audacity of the stranger who dared to claim Ashley as his. That smirk on his face was like a dagger twisting in my gut. Who did he think he was? I couldn't bear the thought of Ashley belonging to anyone