RYKER’S POV
Steam clouded the bathroom as I stood under the shower, hot water pounding my shoulders, streaming down my chest, pooling at my feet. My hands scrubbed my hair, soap suds sliding over my knuckles, the scent of cedar sharp in the damp air. Selenea’s face haunted me—her dark eyes, her red hair, alive, breathing, mated to not just any man but Lukas, a Lycan and an Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, the biggest and the richest pack in the south.
My jaw clenched, water splashing my face, stinging my eyes, and I slammed the faucet shut, the pipes groaning, silence falling heavy. I stepped out, my feet slapping wet stone, and grabbed a towel, rough fabric scraping my skin as I dried off, my reflection blurred in the fogged mirror—wild hair, tense jaw, eyes burning.
I strode to the wa
