Terrible Temptation

Kane's POV:

What the fuck is happening? Seriously, can someone tell me what I'm missing here?

My mate—yes, the same one who kissed me this morning, told me to have a good day, and looked at me like I hung the damn moon—is now glaring at me as though she wants to bury me six feet under.

And hates my guts.

She's practically spitting venom with every word, and the worst part? I have no idea what I did wrong.

The accusations keep flying, too—she claims I was fucking someone else. What the hell? Me? When? Where? I'd been at the office all day, dealing with boring alpha responsibilities and counting the seconds until I could come back home to her.

And yet here she is, walking around like the embodiment of rage, looking at me like I'm supposed to know what I did. Like it's written in bold letters across my forehead.

I'm wracking my brain for answers, but there's nothing. Nada. Zip.