As I stepped into the shower at Matt's apartment, the sound of water hitting the tiled floor was nearly therapeutic for my headache, but the water did little to wash away the bombardment of emotions inside me.
The apartment was quiet now. Through his bedroom door, I saw Paige, tangled in the sheets with Matt. That sight alone was a punch to the gut, a vivid reminder of my own lapse in judgment.
Under the shower's cascade, I was alone with my thoughts, and they were merciless. The reality that I had slept with Paige again, despite knowing Teagan was my fated mate, was a betrayal I couldn't justify.
The tales I'd heard, the pain I'd seen my mother endure every time my father strayed, haunted me. And here I was, potentially inflicting that same torment on Teagan.
The dread that I might
