Krysta's POV
Watching the only family I've known for years disappear into the distance, I blink back the moisture threatening to blur my vision. Alpha Holt gave me everything when I had nothing left. He honored my parents' memory in ways I never expected. I have no clue how I'll ever repay his generosity, but after I claim my vengeance—after I destroy both my mate and my brother's killer—I'll find a way.
"Everything alright, Krystal?" Nathan's voice carries an almost gentle quality, as though my wellbeing actually matters to him. What a joke. He pretended to care about my brother too, and we all know how that story ended. If he truly gave a damn about me, he would have honored my rejection, fake or not.
I keep my gaze fixed on the passing landscape, refusing to acknowledge him.