23. Breakfast

Nero

So, I nearly lost it with Camellia in the fucking kitchen of all places. She honestly has no idea what she does to me or how devoted I am to her; how this mark on my nape means she owns me body and soul.

Irina wasn’t in the pack lands by the time I wanted to speak with her, but I am seeing her tomorrow morning. No one is allowed to make my mate feel inferior, much less her own pack members.

She’s been different after our ‘talk’ in the kitchen, but I can’t put my finger on how. I wonder what’s running through her head right now, what she thinks of what I said earlier today. She hasn’t brought it up again, so I guess I’ll see.

I shut down the spray in the shower and step out, grabbing a towel to dry my body. Today was just an emotional wave and honestly, I could use sleep right now. Walking out of the bathroom, I towel dry my hair while going toward the walk-in, slip on a pair of boxers and throw the damp towels in the hamper.

When I step out into the bedroom, my eyes nearly fuckin