KADE’S POV
I’d f****d up. I’d f****d up monumentally.
Every time I remembered that I’d let Natasha touch me, let her suck me off, I wanted to hit myself. I wanted to reach inward and break Fenrath’s neck.
I’d spent five years pushing her away, keeping her at arm's length, not so much as kissing her. I knew, even though I had no idea where my mate was, that Natasha wasn’t my future, and I didn’t want to jeopardize my chances.
But one moment of weakness, thanks to f*****g Fenrath, had ruined it all.
Staring at Andrea now, lust and need fuzzing my brain, the uncertainty and doubt in her eyes felt like a knife going through me.
‘Happy?’ Jaxon mumbled.
For once, Fenrath had nothing to say. And that was good; he’d done enough. It was time for me to fix what the beast had b
