A hard hit

Soren

I sat at the farthest booth in the dimly lit restaurant, my body pressed against the leather seat, my head angled just enough to keep Rowan in my line of sight without drawing attention.

Yes, I followed him.

No, I don't regret it.

Yes, I wanted to know if he was moving on.

I didn't understand why it bothered me so damn much, but the sight of him laughing with Adrian, leaning in close like they were the only two people in the world, made my stomach twist in ways I didn't want to acknowledge.

Yes, that was damn hypocritical of me, stalking him after everything I did.

But he was mine, that man was mine and even if I was still in the dog house? I am not about to let that foolish omega steal him from under me.

I bet he was so happy when the truth came out, he was so happy that Rowan would leave me so he could sway him. I was not about to let that happen.