ROBYN
I went home expecting to see Kane buried in his work in his study, but the moment I walked into the living room, the breath was knocked right out of my lungs.
He was sitting on the couch, and right beside him was a woman with honey-blonde hair. Her arm was draped comfortably around him, her body pressed entirely too close to his.
An ache pierced my chest. Deep inside me, my wolf went completely feral, pacing back and forth, snarling and clawing against my ribs to be set free. The woman's sweet, artificial scent was thick in the room—enough that it mingled with Kane's dark coffee fragrance. It was corrupted in a way I hated.
I wanted to rip her off him, but instead, I flashed him a smile.
"Oh, Kane, it has been so long!" the woman exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
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