Cassian and Soren were by his side, and Violet followed right behind them. By the slight limp in her walk, my guess was that they continued their activities after they left last night, despite claiming the lack of mood.
Disgust instantly rolled through me as I watched them, and I tried not to think about the pain that tore through my chest.
Without a proper rejection, they were still my mates. Watching them be intimate with another woman―especially one who wanted me dead―felt like I was being stabbed a thousand times over in my chest with a hot silver stake.
When she walked past me, she wore a smug grin, pride hanging off her features. Purposefully, she moved her hair away to display her bare neck. The triplets had not marked her officially, but they had left plenty of other marks on her neck. Love bites littered her pale skin, and she wore them like a badge of honor.
My stomach churned at the sight, and I had to force myself to look away.
