LYKOS
Something twisted inside my stomach—a sickening realization that knocked the air out of my lungs before creeping in. Could this be Dorian? Oceana told me she was engaged; did she marry him? Was I too late?
My mind raced, with a million horrible scenarios playing out in my head, each worse than the last, and I could not breathe. My chest tightened in ragged gasps as I gripped the table's edge, desperately trying to ground myself.
But it wasn’t enough. Just then, I heard their voices. "What is wrong with him?" one of the men muttered, and I realized the man who smelled like my mate was staring directly at me, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "Who the hell is he?"
Suddenly, everyone in the bar was staring at me, their gazes boring into my skin, and my breathing became even more ir
