~Cayden's POV~
Fuck. Damn it.
What just happened?
My breaths came in harsh, uneven bursts as I stared down at her—Hazel. Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing soft and peaceful as if she wasn't lying in the wreckage of every choice I had ever made. Her bare shoulder peeked from the twisted sheets, and right there on her neck was my mark. Crimson, raw, and permanent.
Ragnar, my wolf, purred in satisfaction like a beast that had devoured his feast. But I? I was spiraling.
I mated her.
I. Mated. A human.
My gaze was glued to the spot where I'd claimed her, my own handiwork taunting me. The sharp bite was obvious, unmistakable—a public declaration to every pack member. She was mine. But Caspian's mark was already there, faded but still visible underneath.
She was no longer the rejected Omega.
She was the Beta's claimed mate.
And now… the Alpha's too.
She was going to be Luna. My Luna.
