“The bond makes you hers. The darkness makes her mine.”
I could smell him on her.
The second I burst through the door, every nerve in my body lit up with bloodlust. Ronan’s scent still hung in the air—feral, thick, male. My wolf clawed against my skin, ready to hunt, ready to kill.
But then I saw her.
Aria stood in the moonlight, robe loose and slipping down her shoulders, lips swollen, thighs trembling. Her eyes met mine, wide and unreadable, and my chest tightened with something brutal and possessive.
“You let him touch you,” I growled.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked down, shame—or defiance—flickering in her eyes.
I stepped closer, slow, lethal. “You let him near you. On my territory. In my f*****g room.”
“Kade—” she started.
“Don’t,” I snarled. My hands gri
