Roman's POV
Knowing she already had a mate—it cut deeper than I wanted to admit. It wasn't just anger. It was hurt. If that bastard truly existed, why hadn't he protected her? Why had he abandoned her, left her to rot in chains and blood?
Just as Kael said, he truly deserved to die, and we will kill him the moment we find him. No mercy at all. He lost her when he didn't hold on to her, and now she was ours.
That night, I stayed by Eira's side. The mark was there, etched into her flesh, yet my soul and my wolf felt no tether. No pull. Nothing that should have been there between us. It hollowed me, gnawed at me, burned me alive in silence.
We had to wait for the next day for Liam to arrive home, none of us could really sleep.
The next day, Liam came to our home early in the morning as instructed.
"You called me with such urgency," he said with a frown as he entered the drawing room. "I had to rush here the moment I returned to the city."
