Kael
Kael barely noticed the road as he drove, his mind lost in thoughts.
His father. The rogues. Isolde.
She had fallen down the stairs. Broken her arm. Marcus hadn’t said much, just that she was in the pack hospital, but the news had hit him like a punch to the gut.
He didn’t know why it made him feel so restless.
It wasn’t like he cared. He didn’t care about her, he just couldn't afford for her to die again.
He told himself that again and again, though his heart didn't believe it.
But the image of her flashed in his mind. Her lips against his. Her wide, shocked eyes. The way her fingers had twisted into his shirt, holding on as if she wanted him to keep going.
Not the time. He wasn't going to have a hard c**k sitting in his car alone.
His hands tightened on the wheel. The
