Cassius
I was going to lose my mind.
The music had only just faded, the weight of Lorien’s body still fresh in my arms, his scent burned into my senses like a memory I never wanted to forget. And then—chaos. The sound of her voice, shrill and cutting, had sliced through the moment like a knife through silk.
Isabella.
Of course it was her.
The entire ballroom had witnessed it—her arm raised in fury, the intent clear in her eyes. She’d tried to hit Lorien. My mate. Right after I danced with him in front of everyone. Right after I kissed his cheek like he belonged to me, because he did, and no part of me could deny that anymore.
I didn’t care that people had stared. I didn’t care about the whispers, the shocked gasps, the uneasy shifting of old Alphas watching two males dance like they were lovers in plain sight. Let them watch. Let them choke on their own damn tradition. All I cared about was the way Lorien had looked up at me—blushing, confused, beautiful—and the way his lips had parte
