FIA
"You decided," he said slowly, "that you knew better than the mate bond itself. Better than the Moon Goddess. You decided that this omega, my mate, deserved to be put in a room with black mold. A room that could have killed her."
"We didn't know it was black—" one of them started.
"You didn't know that mold…especially black mold was dangerous?" Cian's voice rose slightly. "You didn't know that damp sheets and poor ventilation could make someone sick? Or did you know exactly what you were doing and simply didn't care?"
There was silence. The thick kind you could almost cut with a knife.
Doctor Maren cleared her throat. "Alpha, omegas are particularly susceptible to respiratory issues. Prolonged exposure to these conditions could have caused serious illness. Possibly death if left undiscovered or untreated."
Cian's jaw clenched. Through the bond I felt his rage spike higher.
