KADE
I f****d up.
I knew that the second the door shut behind Sloane and the echo of it rattled through my chest like a second impact.
The pack doctor had quietly excused himself somewhere during the aftermath, leaving me standing in the middle of the room with the ghost of her voice still burning through my skull. Reject me, Kade. Those three words sat in my throat like shards of glass I couldn't swallow down no matter how hard I tried.
I turned toward the nearest wall and drove my fist straight into it.
Plaster cracked around my knuckles, dust raining down in a pale cloud, but the pain barely registered. My fist stayed pressed against the damage while the rest of me just stood there.
I could feel my pulse in my temples, in the back of my jaw, in the hollow space where my pride used
