Joveline's facial features contorted into a grotesque distortion of outrage. Her breath hissed through her teeth like escaping steam. The revelation that her brilliant, untouchable son was claiming to be infatuated with a Ford—and that this Alpha had been using her own brother as a stepping stone—broke the final threads of her sanity.
"You deceitful piece of trash!" Joveline roared, her voice splintering into a cracked screech.
Driven by a sudden, feral surge of manic fury, she threw her body forward. She swung her right hand high into the air, her fingers curved like talons, aiming a slap across Malcolm's face. She wanted to tear that arrogant smirk from his lips; she wanted to draw blood from the Alpha who dared to rewrite her family history.
But she never connected.
