Chapter 38

Osborne I know what I’m capable of when anger blinds me. That’s why I dropped her, let her crash to the floor instead of letting my rage go any further. She stayed down for a beat, trembling, her pride more bruised than her body. Then she tilted her face up, eyes blazing with tears and fury. “How dare you? How dare you put your hands on me?” My jaw tightened, my voice sharp. “You’d do well to remember this, Bella. Next time you insult my mate, it won’t end with me simply dropping you.” Her hands shook as she pushed herself up, but her tongue didn’t falter. “I’ll make you pay for this, Osborne. You and that… that pig you’ve chosen. I cannot believe you stooped so low. Her? Over me?” She stormed to the shelf, grabbing and hurling whatever her hands touched. A vase shattered, books spilled, ornaments cracked against the floor. She knew she couldn’t lay a finger on me, so she tore into the room instead, venting her rage on lifeless objects. And I knew the truth—the real punishment wou