SEBASTIAN’S POV
The cafeteria doors swung shut behind me, the muffled chatter of students fading as my boots pounded the tiled hallway, each step a jolt of rage that I couldn’t shake. Caleb’s hand on Isabella’s shoulder, his arm draped around her, her body close to his—it burned into my retinas, a scene that twisted my gut and set Maximus snarling, his claws raking at my chest.
Jealousy surged, hot and bitter, a wildfire I didn’t understand. Why did I care? Why did the sight of her with him make me want to tear the walls down, to rip his hands off her and claim her as mine?
She wasn’t mine—not really. Last night’s fire—her lips on mine, her hands gripping me, our bodies moving as one—was just a moment, a reckless surrender to the mate bond, not a promise. I wasn’t here for love, for h
