Zephyrius's POV
The ice called to me like a siren song, and I answered without hesitation. I need the cold, need something to cool the fire burning through my veins. That fucker Diego had kissed my mate, and she'd f*****g liked it. The memory made my hands clench into fists.
Kill him, Xander snarls in my mind, pacing like a caged animal. Rip his throat out. Show her who she belongs to.
"Whoa, chill," I muttered, stepping onto the frozen surface of the hockey rink. "It's not that serious."
Not that serious? My wolf's growl reverberates through my skull. He touched what's OURS. You're too slow, too soft. She'll never be Liana if you keep letting other males claim her.
"She'll never kiss another person," I said firmly, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie. She alre
