Brian’s POV
The sight hit me like a fist to the gut.
I stood frozen in the doorway, the words I’d come to say evaporating from my mind like smoke. Cassandra was on the bed, her body trembling and flushed, her face turned away like she couldn’t bear to look at me.
Axel’s hand gripped her thigh, his c**k buried inside her, his expression cold, unreadable. Draven was behind her, his mouth close to her ear, his hips pressed tight to her ass, as if this was all some casual, everyday occurrence.
My chest tightened, something unexplainable clawing at me. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think.
What the f**k was I looking at?
My wolf growled low in my chest, pacing, furious. But for once, it wasn’t urging me to act. It was confused. Just like me.
Cassandra. My Cassandra.
Okay, maybe
