Back at Thorne’s mansion, the hallways buzzed with noisy activity, intruding on his sleep.
He woke up groggily, and the first thing he did was scan his room for Serene. When he didn’t spot her, he sighed with relief and wiped a hand over his face in regret.
He had just made a grave mistake. He f****d another Alpha’s Luna, twice. Twice! Unprotected.
He groaned, rising from the bed.
As he paced the room, his eyes landed on the recliner, where the deed was done. Rage surged in his chest, and he marched over to it, gripping it tightly before flinging it out of the window. Glass shattered, and rained down to the ground floor below. He heard shocked gasps from the staff and pack members who had witnessed the flying chair.
‘Mate’, his wolf groaned in his head.
“Oh, give it a rest, will you?
