Chapter 122

• Third Person’s POV
• Callen’s face was thunderous, his usually composed demeanor unraveling under a surge of fury and bitter disappointment. For years he had been trained to carry the weight of the Frost Family, to master his emotions, to rule with control. But the moment his eyes fell upon Celeste, laughing softly as she carried grocery bags beside a young man outside the supermarket, all that hard-forged restraint threatened to shatter.
• The sight of her—carefree, smiling at another—struck him like a blade to the chest. His Alpha blood burned, rage clawing at his throat until his wolf howled to break free.