The city lights and noise gave way to trees and silence, but the raging anger and guilt in him only grew stronger. As much as he had been trying to forget the day's events, the image of Elisa laughing, her face tilted to the sun, carefree and warm, haunted him. And then the kiss—the moment her lips met that man's. It was a slap of reality to his face.
Goddess, he hated the way he had lost control. In public for that matter. That was not him, he didn't know the guy that acted that way. All his life being in control of his emotions was one thing he prioritized but for the past months he had forgotten to do so. Now he had hurt the one person he was never meant to hurt.
In his life he had faced many frustrations, many disappointments but they had never felt like this, what perplexed him thr most is that even his wolf seems to feel it too.
Why would she kiss another man when he has been waiting patiently for her reply to be his?
