Caelum's POV
The chaos I'd unleashed wasn't small by any measure.
I'd flipped everything upside down, obliterated anything within reach, like a tornado had ripped through this place.
Only one couch survived my rampage, and I claimed it entirely, leaving Killian no choice but to stand before me. He clearly despised the arrangement.
"What's on your mind?" I leaned forward, my electric blue eyes boring into the alpha as I folded my arms with growing impatience.
"Word is you're planning to claim one of this pack's omegas," Killian ventured, attempting to meet my stare but failing miserably. His gaze dropped to my chin instead. My intensity sent shivers down his spine—I could sense it.
"She happens to be my mate," I stated flatly. The whole pack witnessed me marking her, though I now cursed my rash decision. "Got a problem with that?"
