Rogan’s POV
I turned to look at Amelia's door, controlling the urge not to go back in there and kiss her again. Her lips were soft and small. They fitted into mine perfectly. I wanted to comfort her and tell her to forget about him, but Ryder was her mate.
Angered that Ryder kept on making her cry, I stormed into his room, not bothering to knock or bow. Ryder frowned as he stared at me, his brows raised to question my actions. I scoffed, trying to keep my anger in check.
“Rogan, you can't just come here like you own it.” I heard him say, focusing on the file he was working on. “Then if you don't want me to come here unannounced, stop making Amelia cry!” I growled, my eyes blazing with anger.
Rogan reacted. Even if it was for the tiniest second, his expression changed. I rolled my ey
