Kane's POV
Fuck—it hurts like a bitch.
Pain clawed through my chest, relentless and unyielding. It wasn't just the usual ache of the mate bond—it was something worse, something twisted. Like my very soul was being ripped apart, burned alive in an agony I couldn't stop.
I gritted my teeth, my claws sinking into the armrests of my chair, splintering the wood beneath my grip. My wolf howled in my head, a raw, guttural sound of rage and suffering.
She's fucking someone else again.
I felt it. Every thrust. Every moan. Every moment she gave herself to another male—it was like being gutted from the inside out.
My breathing was ragged, my vision darkened at the edges. The mate bond was a cruel fucking thing, forcing me to feel every betrayal like it was carved into my own skin. It didn't matter that it wasn't her fault. It didn't matter that this wasn't her.
What mattered was that it was happening.
And Ace—that bastard—was the one touching her.
