Matthew's hands balled into fists, his own wolf snarling inside him as he stared hard at Damien. Their gazes locked, and Damien sneered at him.
"I said get out," he demanded.
Not wanting more chaos to erupt, Matthew turned and walked away, slamming the door shut behind him.
Inside, he was fuming with rage, pain, and jealousy.
He ignored the greetings of the staff who bowed their heads as he walked past them.
When he reached his private chambers, he shoved the door open, slammed it shut, and kicked the wooden stool in his path, sending it crashing hard against the wall.
"Damn it!" he grunted, his voice thick with rage and heartbreak. He shoved his hands through his thick brown hair, pulling at the strands until his scalp stung.
Deep down Matthew had always known Damien and Sofia were already having sex, but knowing it and seeing it were very different things. Walking into that room felt like being punched in the stomach. It hurt in a way that words could not explain.
