CONNOR'S POV
I can't stop staring at them.
I'm standing here with Amber's hand on my arm, her voice droning on about something I'm not even pretending to listen to, and all I can focus on is the scene across the room.
Wade's hand is on Lila's waist, but I saw where it was before. I saw him palming her ass while talking to Alpha Douglas Hawke like it was nothing.
Lila.
My Lila.
Except she's not mine anymore, is she?
She's Wade's.
But still.
When the f**k did this happen?
We broke up what, a week ago? Less than that? And suddenly she's Wade's mate?
Mate.
The word makes my blood boil.
What the actual f**k?
I never wanted something serious with Lila. She was fun and convenient, good enough for a live-in girlfriend, but mate? No. She was an omega. Weak. Not worthy of that kind of
