“Have some dignity, Rocco,” she said, her voice softening a little. “Let it
- go. Give each other a clean break.”
“Besides, you’re in no position to judge Caterina.”
Clara took her phone from her purse and pulled up a photo she had deliberately searched for last night.
It was a resort check–in record from the hunting competition.
“You and Scarlett only booked one room during the competition,” she said, holding the phone up to his face. “A standard King
Suite.”
“And there’s so much more. Did you really think Caterina didn’t know anything?”
Rocco froze, the last vestiges of color draining from his face.
A dead silence fell over the office.
The only sounds were the hum of the air conditioner and Rocco’s
ragged breathing, like a caged, wounded animal.
Clara watched him crumble, her feelings a tangled mess.
She once thought Rocco was a good man, worthy of Caterina’s devotion.
Now she saw how blind she had been.
“Where is the moonstone?” Clara asked again, her voice calm and firm.
“I’m not giving it to you,” Rocco said, suddenly looking up like a cornered beast. “I’m going to see her myself.”
“She doesn’t want to see you, Rocco.”
“Then I’ll wait until she does!” he roared, the windows vibrating with the force of it. “I’ll wait as long as it takes!”
Clara shook her head, saying no more.
The man had gone completely mad.
Arguing was useless.
“Suit yourself,” she said, turning toward the door. As her hand closed around the knob, she added, “But remember this, Rocco- Caterina doesn’t belong to you anymore.”
“And she never will again.”
The moment the door clicked shut, Clara heard the sound of things being violently smashed inside the office.
And Rocco’s agonized roar.
Stepping into the elevator, watching the numbers descend, Clara’s heart ached for her friend but also swelled with relief.
Back in the office, overwhelmed by terror and despair, Rocco lost control. His wolf form burst forth, tearing through his clothes.
He tore out of the building like a madman, sprinting toward the penthouse they once shared.
Pedestrians scattered, staring in horror at the out–of–control Alpha wolf.
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But Rocco didn’t care.
He had only one thought–Caterina had to be at home, waiting for him.
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