Chapter 302

Joseph's POV I've lost count of how many times I've stared at that message, at that fucking photo. Sophia sent it to me. In the picture, my father had Ava pressed against the wall at the social club, kissing her neck with disgusting intimacy. The message simply read. "Your father's new plaything." Those words cut through me like a red-hot blade. The image brought back memories I'd tried to bury. Nicole, my first love, the woman I thought I'd marry. I'd found her in my father's bed, naked and shameless, laughing when she saw my face. "Sorry, Joseph," she'd purred, "but older men know how to treat a woman." The betrayal had nearly destroyed me then. Was this what happened every time I let myself fall for someone? Every time I opened my heart, my bastard father swooped in like a vulture? Dean, my wolf, stirred restlessly in my mind. "Ava wouldn't do this to us," he growled. "She's not like Nicole. You know she's not." "You don't get it, Dean," I snapped back. "You don't understand how com