I stormed into Ronan's room, my body still on fire from our encounter with Seraphina. My wolf was raging beneath my skin, furious that I'd left her alone after bringing her to such heights of pleasure. The taste of her still lingered on my lips, making it impossible to think clearly.
Orion slammed the door behind us, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, pacing the floor like a caged animal.
Ronan dropped into an armchair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That was us losing control. Again."
The tension in the room was suffocating. None of us wanted to acknowledge what had just happened—how easily Seraphina had unraveled us with nothing but her presence.
"My wolf pushed me," Orion finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I couldn't stop him."
I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. "Right. Blame it on your wolf."
Orion's eyes flashed dangerously. "Like you were any better, Kaelen? You practically devoured her."
