RYKER
The kiss.
They kissed.
When the fuck did that happen?
The thought consumed everything else, burned through my brain like acid while I lay there with my ribs screaming and Commander Bruno standing over me ready to rip my throat out.
Rowan kissed her.
My brother, my perfect responsible engaged brother, put his mouth on what was mine and she let him, kissed him back, and never thought to mention it to me.
Rage flooded every nerve ending, hot and vicious and completely irrational because I had no claim on her except the mate bond neither of us asked for. But rational did not matter when jealousy tasted like copper in my mouth and made me want to tear Rowan apart limb by limb.
Was it before or after I kissed her?
Before or after I had my fingers inside her making her moan my name?
Bruno's jaws opened wider, saliva dripping onto my fur, and some distant part of my brain screamed at me to move.
You fool you are about to die.
