Lucien’s POV
THE RIDE home was silent except for Celina’s shallow breaths. I didn’t trust myself to speak—not when my wolf still clawed at my ribs, not when I could still see Kael’s smug face inches from her lips. My hands were white-knuckled on the wheel, but the car wasn’t fast enough. Nothing was.
Every red light burned like an insult. Every second she sat beside me in that gown, smelling of Kael’s touch, was a provocation.
I slammed the car into the garage, the tires screaming. My door was open before the engine even stopped, and I stalked around to her side. She hesitated, her hand trembling on the handle. That hesitation—it made something inside me snap.
I yanked her door open, my grip closing around her wrist. “Inside.”
Her eyes flared, but she didn’t fight me. Not yet. I ha
