Aiden’s POV

My mind kept replaying the sound of the door closing behind Rue and Iris. Their words both irritating and painful, in a way that infuriated me.

I paced, restless, my wolf full of fury that refused to calm. His growl thundered in my chest, a reminder of the rejection we had just tasted.

My very own daughter, my blood, had looked at me like I was nothing but air, and Rue, she had made it clear that we were completely done.

I couldn’t sit still. No.

My body moved before I could ...