Aria
The moment Lucas steps closer, I smell it. The scent of another girl clings to him, and my stomach twists so hard it feels like I’m being stabbed. My wolf growls, and I clutch my stomach, trying to stop the pain.
“Aria, are you okay?” His voice is softer than usual, which only pisses me off more. He reaches for my arm, but I yank it away.
“Let go of me,” I snap, my voice shaking from a mix of pain and anger.
“What’s wrong?” He crouches to meet my eyes.
I finally look up, the pain easing, but the rage bubbling. “Why do you f*****g care? You were too busy screwing someone else while I was in f*****g pain.”
His brows furrow. “Wait… was it the mate bond?”
I glare. “Congratulations, Sherlock. Took you long enough.”
“Aria, I didn’t know—”
“And now you do,” I cut him off. “But guess
