Dane’s POV
My wolf howled possessively inside me, rage and jealousy crashing through me like a storm. Kira looked stunned, but Damien? He didn’t even react. He merely got up from the bed and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even look at me.
That only pissed me off more.
Standing in the doorway, my fists clenched at my sides, I glared at Kira. My blood was boiling. She was mine. No one else had the right to touch her.
Grinding my teeth, I took a step toward her. “And what the hell was that?” I growled.
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Maybe you should ask your brother,” she spat. “I have nothing to say.”
That only made my anger worse. Out of pure jealousy, I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. That’s when I smelled it.
Not just Damien.
Darius.
