My day had gone from bad to worse. First, I arrived at the Bennett mansion for dinner with Camille, only to be told by a flustered maid that she had left abruptly. Then I discovered she'd taken my laptop—the one containing every memory I had with Seraphina.
Fuck.
I drove home in a daze, my mind reeling with the implications. If Camille exposed those photos, my chances at becoming Alpha would crumble instantly. The Council frowned upon rejected mate bonds—they considered it an affront to the Moon Goddess herself.
But that wasn't my only problem. The image of Seraphina leaving with that guy from the club was burned into my brain. Who was he? Why did she look so comfortable with him?
The mark on her neck—my mark—meant she was still mine, regardless of the choices I'd made. She had no right to move on.
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. "Damn it!"
I needed a drink. Several, actually.