LUKAS’S POV
I couldn’t sleep. The house creaked under the weight of night, shadows pooling in the corners of my room, thick and restless. My chest ached, a dull throb from the curse simmering beneath my ribs, but it wasn’t the Beast keeping me up. It was her. Selenea. She’d been dodging me ever since that episode—my hands around her throat, her gasps choking out as the Beast clawed free. I’d almost killed her, my mate, the one f*****g person I’d burn everything for. Now she wouldn’t even look at me.
I swung my legs off the bed, the wooden floor icy against my bare feet. The clock glowed 2: 17 a.m., red digits mocking my restlessness. She’d moved back to her room on the other side of the hallway, leaving mine cold and empty, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to see her, I had to know
