Kaelen's POV
Pure rage coursed through my veins as I stormed down the hallway, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, demanding release. The image of those marks on Seraphina's neck burned in my mind like acid.
I slammed the door to my study with enough force to crack the ornate frame. Breathing hard, I paced the room, my hands clenching and unclenching as I fought the urge to tear something apart.
How dare she? How fucking dare she?
My Luna. My mate. Touched by another man's hands. Marked by another man's mouth. The thought alone made me want to commit murder.
The door opened without a knock, and Orion stepped in. His expression shifted from casual to wary when he saw my state.
"Whoa. What happened to you?" he asked, closing the door behind him.
"Seraphina," I spat her name like a curse, though my wolf howled in protest at the disrespect to our mate. "She has hickeys all over her neck."
Orion's face remained carefully blank. "Hickeys? Are you sure?"
