Chapter 8

Jason's pov

I was back in my training room. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened at that dinner party. That was why I avoided going to Liam's birthday party because I couldn't bear to see her like that and would've strangled some sense in that bratty Stella.

I was hitting the sandbags with solid punches. Adrenaline and rage crammed through my veins like hot lava as sweat trickled down my forehead. I trained for three hours nonstop.

I was furious at that f*cker Liam and his step-sister Stella. I had heard how Stella talked to April behind Liam's back at that dinner.

I landed another solid punch on the sandbag making the chains that were supporting it rattle badly.

April.

I still can’t stop thinking about her. She’s beautiful, she’s an angel, she’s warm like her name, but she’s not mine and her mate doesn’t cherish her. He didn't deserve her.

Her big emerald eyes were engraved in my mind. Those soft smiles she passes to the members of the pack. So polite, and innocent.