Cedrick's POV

I groaned as I threw my head back, once again being faced with the whiteboards of my office ceiling. My wolf was itching to get out and go on a rampage. To kill every single person who'd ever hurt his mate, but I couldn't let him, because...

Hmm...?

I closed my eyes trying to remember the reason why I didn't just let him. But I was finding fewer and fewer reasons not to. Frustrated I scratched my head. Something wasn't right! Her own uncle – the only family she had – had turned her into an omega? Sure, beating up somebody usually required some sort of punishment, but...