DANE'S POV

The frown on my face deepened as I cut into the bacon on my plate with growing irritation. My appetite had vanished entirely when Ethan arrived, requested his own meal, and settled into a chair at the table.

Initially, I had tried to hold back my frustration, not wanting to seem like an overly jealous and insecure mate.

I didn't want to come across as too controlling or possessive, so I made an effort to stay composed. However, my patience was wearing thin.

I could no longer ignore how Ethan’s frequent glances at Astrid were affecting me. She was engrossed in her meal, unaware of the way my...