CHAPTER 20 You will be punished.

  Cavin's pov

  I stormed down the hallway, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles were bone white. My chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, each step pounding like a drumbeat of fury inside my head. I had just passed by Eliza's room when I heard it—her moans.

  Soft, barely audible, but unmistakable.

  My breath caught in my throat. She was mine.

  The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Those sounds, those intimate moans, echoed in my mind, twisting my insides into knots. Jealousy surged through me, sharp and raw, gnawing at my every nerve until I could almost taste the bitterness of it. It wasn't just anger—it was something deeper, a need that I couldn't control. Eliza was more than a fleeting desire. She was my obsession.