Oliver's POV
"Cassey, enough!" I yelled in annoyance as I entered my office.
The sound echoed off the high ceilings, but she didn't flinch. She was pacing like a caged lynx, her eyes red-rimmed and flashing with anger.
"Where did you sleep, Oliver?" she demanded, her voice rising to a shrill pitch. "The whole pack is whispering. You left the gala with her. You stayed the night outside the packhouse. Are you fucking her? Is that it?"
I ignored her, walking behind my desk and opening my laptop with a snap. My silence only added fuel to her fire.
"Am I not enough for you anymore?" She stepped closer, slamming her hands onto the mahogany surface. "I do everything you ask! I learn every style, every position; I play every game just to satisfy you. I've been the perfect submissive for you for years, and you toss me aside for a broken wolf who can't even shift?"
