Kael’s POV
I could not believe the mess Leon had got me into. My wolf had always been lonely. I knew that. I felt it in the silence of my apartment. In the long hours I spent working until my hands hurt. In the way I avoided other wolves because wanting connection while being packless was like staring through a window at a life that would never be yours. Leon wanted a mate. He had wanted one for a long time. But at what cost? Claiming Sienna the way he did was wrong. There was no soft way around it. No excuse that made it better. We had been drunk, yes. She had wanted me, yes. I had wanted her too, even when I knew I should have walked away. But claiming her without us both clearly choosing it was wrong.
When I found out what had happened, I was furious at myself. Furious at Leon. Furiou
