Regret coursed through me like poison as I paced the length of my office. The word I'd flung at Seraphina echoed in my mind on endless repeat.
Whore.
I had called my mate, my Luna, a whore. In front of my warriors. In front of the entire training ground.
The look on her face – shock giving way to devastation before hardening into fury – was seared into my memory. I deserved that slap. I deserved far worse.
My wolf whined pitifully inside me, urging me to find her, to grovel at her feet, to make this right. But what could I possibly say? What words could erase the public humiliation I'd inflicted on her?
The door to my office slammed open. Ronan stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury.
"What the HELL were you thinking?" he roared.
I flinched but couldn't meet his gaze. "I wasn't thinking."
"Clearly!" Ronan's fist slammed against my desk, cracking the wood. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The entire pack is buzzing about how Alpha Orion called Luna Seraphina a whore!"
