FENRIC'S POV

My boots echo down the corridor as I return to the quarters rather reluctantly and full of regret.

I can still taste the blood in my mouth, feeling the metallic taste remind me of the rogue I tore to pieces just silence my own scream that's even now still rising in my throat.

However nothing quiets the storm inside me.

My fists are raw, my mind’s a pit of disaster, and I left her.

I left her Iryn, my Omega and my mate alone.

My shame burns through me at the thought, even ...