Chapter 122: Lyros.

“Where are they right now?”

My hands clench into fists as I ask and I look away so I don’t betray the anger in my eyes.

Rafie chuckles and walks over to a seat before settling into it.

“Is the idea of your wife being with Cain that angering?”

“Don’t…. Call her that.”

My fists tighten even more and I look out the window. There’s no need for me to feel angry, yet I do and it kills me inside.

“Are they on castle grounds?”

Rafie shakes his head briefly and gestures to the window.

“A guard reported them leaving the castle after the sixth bell of noon. They’ve probably been out for half an hour by now.”

The words rub salt into my wounds so I ignore them and focus on what’s at hand first.

Rafie misses the bigger picture in thinking I care that Cain is out with the werewolf girl. I don’t.

I don’t care about him or the omega.

She’s a werewolf, and I hate werewolves. Horny, lowly, degenerates. All of them.

A pang of pain runs through my heart and frustration roils in my stomach because I can'