Kael’s POV
I f****d up. I f****d up big time. Not only do I have a hangover, with my head banging like a hundred people were hitting hammers on it, but I can’t stop thinking about Seren.
I kissed her last night. God, I kissed her. I devoured her. I don’t know what came over me. She was there and she was beautiful and for the first time in years I was able to open up to someone. I was able to talk to her about the weight I feel on my shoulders. And she listened, she comforted me.
I expected her to send me away from her room. I expected her to slap the hell out of me when I kissed her, but she kissed me back and she’s not my mate but what I felt when our lips connected and moved together was real. It was real. I’m not supposed to feel this way—not about her. Seren isn’t my mate. Ayla is
