Maybe it was because of all the years we spent together, but even now even when he knew I wasn't Elena Julian always managed to see traces of her wolf in me.
It was strange.
Whenever he saw me beside another male wolf, especially someone like Lewis, something inside him always snapped.
A bruised ego.
A wounded pride.
A wolf that couldn't handle being replaced.
How ironic.
Back then, he and Camilla would flirt right in front of me.
Touching.
Whispering.
Acting like their wolves couldn't stay apart for even a second… all while insisting they were "just pack siblings."
And me?
I stayed silent.
If I showed even the smallest hint of jealousy, they would twist it paint me as insecure, unstable, the problem.
But now?
Now everything was different.
Lewis and I were bound by law and pack.
Our union was real.
Recognized.
Protected.
Far more legitimate than the dirty little "bond" Julian and Camilla pretended was innocent.
