Kane's POV
"Look, mate," I began, trying to keep my frustration in check.
"I'm not your mate," Adam scoffed, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery intensity. The anger radiating from him was almost palpable.
"You can stay in the room. I don't want to be alone with her," I offered, hoping he'd see reason.
"Like I'd let you. I'm no pushover like Chase," he spat, his gaze piercing through me as if I were nothing more than an annoyance. The disdain in his eyes was clear—he saw me as lower than dirt. I couldn't blame him entirely; I'd hurt his sister, and he was justified in his anger. But I needed someone to give me a chance, and I hoped Adam might be that person. I took a deep breath, trying to shift the conversation.
"I heard what you did to Connie," I stated, attempting to show soli
