~Annalyn POV~
The air inside my room turned heavy, like thick smoke choking my lungs. Celix stood by the doorway, fists clenched, eyes burning as though the world itself had betrayed him. His gaze darted to Ezra's bare body against the wall, then to me trembling on the floor, hair wet, bath towel slipping at my shoulders.
Shame burned into my skin. It was not mine. It belonged to that wolf who had just used me. But how could I explain that?
"Ezra," Celix's voice cracked like thunder, "what are you doing in Annalyn's room?"
Ezra only smirked. His face was calm, too calm, yet his chest was rising and falling as though he had been caught in the middle of a hunt. He didn't even bother covering himself. "I came to see my mate, do I need your permission?"
Mate? That word, it pierced through me, a dagger twisted slowly inside my chest.
