ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

RYLAN'S POV

Hours after the short trip to Neilla, I grew too restless, my mind buzzing about with different things including the ones that did not matter.

Like the look of adoration Lykos never failed to brand Neilla with anytime she came into his view.

It ate at me to see that she had moved on from the mate bond that once existed between us.

It ate at me that she found an even worthy Alpha who, at least, did not make impulsive decisions and gave her the treatment she deserved.

He was succeeding where I'd failed horribly at.

Then came the feeling of jealousy that crawled through my skin, trickling out each pore like bad liquid. So potent was it that it threatened to choke me.

"For goddess sakes!" I swore all of a sudden, sending a swift kick to the wooden post of the bed, only to retract my foot with a pained hiss.

It took me all the self restraint to not smash things when the thought of my lost wolf came to mind.

That unsettling emotion had me pacing back and forth within the space