(Kieran POV)
Hours later, I found myself in the corridor outside Catherine's chambers like some lovesick fool. The rational part of my mind sneered at the pathetic picture I made—a grown man, an alpha, pacing outside a woman's door like a boy with his first crush.
But the wolf didn't care about dignity. It only knew that our mate was behind that door, probably still glowing with satisfaction from her successful rebellion. Still thinking about Mary's warm kitchen and Jamie's easy laughter while I prowled the halls like a ghost in my own castle.
The scent of her drifted through the heavy wood—rose and rain and something indefinably Catherine that made my chest tight with longing. She was awake; I could hear the whisper of fabric as she moved around the sitting room, the soft sound of page
