Chapter 152. Enough of That Bullshit

Ryder POV

I still don’t know what the fuck he was thinking, taking a bullet for Freya. He’s always been the same — playful, careless, that golden-child attitude like the world owes him something, never minding his age. We’ve never gotten along, not since we were kids. I never liked him. Never will. He’s probably been eyeing Freya like she’s some shiny new toy he wants to play with. That’s why I didn’t let her visit him. I don’t need her feeling guilty and soft toward him. He doesn’t get to use that to worm his way closer.

She belongs to me. The Varkars came afterwards, all gushing and dramatic about how their precious grandson got shot because of some girl. Fuck them.

Alaric has always been like that — cold, ruthless, and merciless. I probably got those same traits from him. He’s my grandfather, after all. But we’re worlds apart, and that’s exact