Chapter 303

Third Person’s POV

The message had come to Kyra’s WolfComm device like a curse.

One careless tap, and the screen filled with damning truth.

The video was raw, grainy, but far too clear. She was there—half-drunk, cheeks flushed, draped across Vance. From the angle, it was obvious the bastard had set his device nearby with the lens trained on them. Every movement, every humiliating slur spilled from