_Calden's POV_
I found them in the second-floor parlour, and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut.
Zarelle was lounging on the sofa like she owned the place, eating dessert without a care in the world. But it wasn't just her casual attitude that bothered me, it was the way Alpha Cyric was taking care of her. Holding his drink to her lips when she wanted a sip, making sure she had everything she needed, treating her like some kind of precious princess.
They looked like a couple.
The thought sent a sharp spike of something, jealousy? anger? pain? straight through my chest. I'd known they were together, of course.
But seeing them together like this, seeing how comfortable they were with each other, how intimate...
It made everything real in a way that gossip never coul
