Her neck.
Darien digs his fingers into his hair, pulling until his scalp burns. He saw it. He knows what he saw. Twin marks were on it. It was raw and pulsing with energy that did not belong to him. The betrayal tastes like bile at the back of his throat.
"No," he mutters, pacing. "No, this is not happening. They didn't—she didn't… she wouldn't let them. She's mine. She's mine." His voice cracks into a growl.
Amias exhales slowly, his face tightening. "I saw it."
"Then say something! Say it's a mistake. Say they didn't. Say she didn't let them…" Darien's voice rises higher frantically.
He can't stand it. He can't stand the thought… Can't bear to know she's bonded to someone else other than him. Hell, before him. He should have been the one to claim her first. But when they had sex, her wolf wasn't awakened yet, so there was nothing to claim.
