Chapitre 43: Angry Mate

KANE'S POV:

The moment I stepped out of my car and onto the driveway, the weight of my mistake hit me like a freight train. Ash, my wolf, growled low in my mind, not out of anger toward Elena this time but toward me. 

You reek of Ashley. This is bad, Kane. Really bad. 

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, realizing I hadn't showered before coming home. The faint scent of Ashley's arousal still clung to my clothes, and no amount of air or distance from her would cover it up—not with Elena's sharp sense of smell. Why the fuck didn't I think to shower before I got back?

Panic clawed at my chest as I opened the front door as quietly as I could, hoping to slip past Elena unnoticed. My plan was simple: get to the guest room, take the fastest shower of my life, and pray to the goddess she wouldn't catch wind of anything before I fixed this mess.