Chapter Sixity-Five: Aiden's Anger

Kiara's POV: Aiden's cold demeanour struck me like a lightning bolt, his steely gaze boring into mine. The atmosphere around us felt heavy, the tension thick and palpable. His face was hardened, his jaw taut as if he was grinding his teeth. Aiden, my childhood friend, the boy-next-door type, was mad and hurting. My heart pounded in my chest as his gaze flitted down to my neck, resting on the mating marks proudly displayed there. His blue eyes darkened considerably, filled with a cocktail of emotions I couldn't quite decipher. Seeing him like this, so utterly distressed, was unsettling. The usually cheerful and carefree Aiden was nowhere to be seen. In his place stood a man burdened by a whirlwind of emotions. "Aiden…" I began, not entirely sure of what I was going to say. But he cut me off before I could even finish. "Kiara, look at me," Aiden's voice was firm, yet his eyes were swirling with raw, unfiltered emotions. I complied, locking my gaze with his. He seemed to be searching for