Lucien’s POV
The first thing that hits me when I walk into the restaurant is not the presence of Corrigan having a drink with a man. It's not the fact that Corrigan is talking to—and probably conniving with—a man flashing her full teeth like she had known him for eternity.
It's the way she smiles so freely and laughs aloud with some man like she has never been with me. Even when we had almost gotten mated.
I force my fists to straighten, trying to fight the blinding, hot jealousy that envelops me. Makes me want to take his eyes out for even thinking of looking at her like that
I do not enjoy the feeling of jealousy. Or any other emotion, for that matter. It makes men weak.
It doesn't matter that she is way younger than he is. Or that she is too selfish to love anyone but herself, any
